Falling for Mr. Christmas by Linda Rettstatt
What an old-fashioned romance… in every good and bad sense.
What an old-fashioned romance… in every good and bad sense.
Is it healthy that the heroine is close to having a nervous breakdown each time the hero even breathes in her vicinity?
Thankfully, this one is short enough to prevent me from experiencing one myself.
Friendship is magic, and so is the protagonist’s chubby ass as he puts out in exchange for validation about his life choices.
It’s all fun and game in the wrestling ring until someone cops a feel.
The best parts are when this story turns into a soap opera-tier tale of villainy.
This is a cute tale, but I feel like I’ve read many similar stories already, and I’m kind of bored at times.
Why would the author set a story during the Iranian Revolution and then do everything to avoid addressing the issues of that time?
I think I’m going to be sick and throw up over these “best friends”.
I know this is a Christmas read, but surely some excitement won’t hurt?