Diamonds for the Holidays by Nicki Night
This is a Frankenstein’s monster with the upper body of a terrible Kimani novel stitched to the rear end of a much better story.
This is a Frankenstein’s monster with the upper body of a terrible Kimani novel stitched to the rear end of a much better story.
This could have been a solid holiday read if the narrative weren’t a slough to wade through at times.
It takes alcohol and the heroine’s house getting burned down for love to happen. No wonder some people opt to stay single.
If only our lives will be so simple, that moving to some small town will solve all our issues and land us a hot boyfriend…
With Christmas around the corner, this looks like a timely dug-out-from-TBR read. Oh wait, maybe I should have opted for ice cream.
Can we please keep the Kimani bad habits within that line and let them die with it? No, really, keep them away.
Who would’ve thought shagging a boyband member would lead to all these beautiful feels?
All the books are starting to come together. I think I need a break…
That moment when one realizes that the main characters and their romance are the most boring things about the story…
By today’s standard, this is a fantastic Kimani book. The romance is, sadly, lacking though.