Dead on Course by Marva Dale
Oh baby. This one could have been one fabulously sleazy and fun read, but the author just phoned home when things were getting good.
Oh baby. This one could have been one fabulously sleazy and fun read, but the author just phoned home when things were getting good.
This one makes a good case of why a dumbass man with empty pockets is a big no for romance.
Well, this one isn’t an Ardent as I hoped it would be.
It’s not the best thing since sliced bread, but there’s far worse fate than being wooed by a hot and wealthy dude.
This is a pretty well-written story, but it’s hard to swallow a fantasy that feels more like MGTOW fiction.
This story reads like a bad parody of an “Am I the Asshole?” post on Reddit. And yes, he is. Oh yes, he is indeed.
This is not an erotic romance, unless you get all hot and bothered at the thought of calling other women all kinds of bad words.
This is a PhD in Do Not Want with a specialization in Go Away Now.
Only a romance heroine will act like shagging a wealthy, hot dude is the worst thing ever.
When the opening scene makes me cringe, I know I’m in for a fun time.