Playing Away by Adele Parks
Ooh, a chick-lit story that doesn’t make me feel nauseous!

Ooh, a chick-lit story that doesn’t make me feel nauseous!

The romance is pretty good until the author decides to do plot stuff to it. Oh well.

It is always creepy when an author inserts her men-are-all-that-matters viewpoint into a book in a genre read mostly by women.

Now here’s a satire that ends up being a parody of what it set out to satirize.

If you are mad about miscommunication and dithering, this baby has your name on it.

$7.50 for a comfort read, anyone?

Much fuss was made about the phone sex moments here, but luckily there is substance to back up the hype.

More stupid things heroines do to get laid, part… oh, who’s keeping count anyway.

A sexy pirate walks into the bar in only tight red underwear…

So, going mainstream is going boring? How disappointing.
