The Nine Month Plan by Wendy Markham
The contempt for romance readers emanating from this story is pretty startling.
The contempt for romance readers emanating from this story is pretty startling.
This is like a 1980s soap opera, in a good way of course.
This cowboy can go dunk his head in a bucket of vomit, and that would be an upgrade.
Wait, I thought the author does comedy, not maudlin hogwash?
Ugh, what a wasted opportunity.
Long-term relationships never work.
The heroine makes such a lovely doormat. Everyone, feel free to step on her!
This one sees the author falling into every trap that can sink a Harlequin Blaze novel. I can’t look.
Too much padding dilutes this otherwise pleasant small town romance.
The hero is a jerk and the heroine is an imbecile. They should both die ASAP.