Closer Than Close by Bettye Griffin
This would have been a better story if there weren’t pacing issues.
This would have been a better story if there weren’t pacing issues.
The whiny, pathetic heroine makes this one almost gone to the dogs.
The author is officially doing women’s fiction now, but perhaps that isn’t such a bad thing at all.
Well, the score isn’t that amazing, if you have to know.
Women are hateful slags, and daddies are the best. I just paid money for the author to go all daddy and mommy issues on me.
So many martyrs and whiners, so little time.
With this author on the scene, who needs Jayne Ann Krentz?
Oh dear, what happened? This is bad.
Everything comes together just nice to produce a fun, rollicking caper.
Joan Wolf as a contemporary romance author is a terrifying thing to behold.