Then Comes Marriage by Christie Ridgway
It’s better than the previous book, for what that’s worth.
It’s better than the previous book, for what that’s worth.
This is such an absurd anthology, it almost defies description.
Now we know that fat women can be just as boring as skinny ones.
Sweet and simple, but not much else.
And hey, here’s my awesome finger!
With a caveman boor of a hero in here, who’s getting lucky, exactly?
Girl meets prince, girl sleeps with prince, girl marries prince. Respect.
So much sugar, it’s dangerous!
Sigh, another story where the author can’t or won’t get the reality TV thing right.
Same old stuff, yet again. Is anyone still awake?