Her Mistletoe Bachelor by Carolyn Hector
There is a rich bloke in here… a school teacher… some students… gosh, this is not a very memorable thing, is it?

There is a rich bloke in here… a school teacher… some students… gosh, this is not a very memorable thing, is it?

How nice, a one-oogie review on the last day of 2018. Now I’ll never be thought of as sweet and nice so thanks so much indeed.

Is it a romance novel if the hero and the heroine officially hook up early in the story?

This creepily sentimental and artificial tale of a gay man who cries at and over-dramatizes everything is all I have dreamed of.

One of the swan songs of the Kimani line, and it has to be this messy gibberish. Of course.

God I hope the author has improved her writing. God, I hope so.

I know this is a month to be charitable, but I hope the hero soils himself each time he feels horny.

This one is so nondescript that I don’t know what to say here. Er… Merry Christmas? May you find a million dollars under the Christmas tree?

Well, this is one of the better Kimani books of late… for what that is worth.

I can certainly ask for more, so much more, because I certainly deserve better than this brain injury of a read!
