Free Wheeling by Britt DeLaney
This is a pretty good short story. It’s just a pity that I never really warm up to the romance.
This is a pretty good short story. It’s just a pity that I never really warm up to the romance.
Oh look. I’m reading a similar story oh, the second thousandth time around.
This story hurts too.
Big beefy hockey players glowering and scowling. I’d prefer more boinking and frisking instead, but that’s just me.
Go watch the opera of Eugene Onegin instead, at least that one has music and people waving their arms around.
The hero and the heroine have fabulous sex… and more sex… and more sex… and oh god, please stop.
Chris Pratt, I guess, or Hugh Jackman. No wait, Pedro Pascal. Pre-alopecia Henry Cavill. What, this story? What story?
The dog is the best thing in this story.
Is that a rhetorical question?
These days, do people still think it’s fun to be a princess?