Pretending He’s Mine by Mia Sosa
This is a well-written story that I can’t bring myself to feel much excitement over.

This is a well-written story that I can’t bring myself to feel much excitement over.

I love almost everything about this one – everything except for the romance, sadly.

Boom! She’s pregnant. Ah yes, that same old conga.

Maybe the enticement is a bit too subtle, because I don’t feel it.

The first chapter is the only thing worth reading in this entire story.

It takes a special author to make stalking and paranoia attractive traits in a man, and sadly, this author isn’t that special in that regard.

Oh look, there are lesbians in New York – shocker, I know – but their relationship is only worthy of a short story.

Dear Jesus, thank you for making me completely unable to enjoy this thing. It would be terrifying if I could.

I didn’t know homosexuality can cause type 2 diabetes to develop in people who come too close.

This is one of those books that have no reason to be; it’s just there, I guess, to make sure that there aren’t too many trees growing out there.
