Ports of Call by Sally Fairchild
The people here spend more time posturing than loving.
The people here spend more time posturing than loving.
The hero is heavenly. The heroine, on the other hand, needs to be sedated.
A taste of unpleasant, overused, boring plot devices, more like.
Counterfeit spouse stories can’t get any sweeter than this.
The hero is a charmer in a sea of meh.
So much summertime magic… somewhere else.
Does the author need the money that bad?
This one has issues, but it has its share of winning charms too.
The two stories here are as hot as forcing my rear end onto a bunch of burning coals. Fun!
It’s a whiff of something else completely, actually.