Southern Nights by Janet Dailey
This one confuses being in heat with being in love.
This one confuses being in heat with being in love.
Who asked for this? WHO?
This one is… uh… hmm, let me think. It’s… oh darn it, it’s a book, alright?
I cringe at the plot, but everything else isn’t too bad. Still, the plot… sheesh.
This is a readable version of that same old crock being put out in this line.
I’m now done with all the author’s books in my book pile. Where’s my drink?
One more down, just one more!
Two more to go after this!
It’s the last book in the series! Three more books to go, and I’m free at last. Yaye… er, yay!