Christmas on Conrad Street by Marcia Evanick
It’s like half a romance. Only one couple’s story is fun. The other one is forgettable.
It’s like half a romance. Only one couple’s story is fun. The other one is forgettable.
This is peak bastardization of Middle-Eastern culture.
No love here, just HATE HATE HATE.
Here’s a throwback to the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. 1980s, baby!
My question is: What the f…?
New age snores.
Talk about cheerleader secondary character overload. Add in an eugenics-driven plot and it’s show time.
Woman gives up everything to make chauvinist book happy, and doesn’t even get good plumbing. Fail!
Here’s another author jumping on the contemporary romance bandwagon, but she does it with style.
The level of female stupidity in this story must be some kind of world record.