A Taste of Pleasure by Chloe Blake
Come to Italiano, amore mio! Luigi Mario, muah muah muah pepperoni pizza, ti amo…
Come to Italiano, amore mio! Luigi Mario, muah muah muah pepperoni pizza, ti amo…
This one screams “I finally sold that first-ever book collecting dust in my drawer, and here it is!” Here it is, indeed.
This one manages to be both acceptable and forgettable. Sadly, a typical book in this line, then.
This book is written in such a way that it may as well turn paragraphs into bullet points, complete with assembly illustrations.
The hero is a politician needing a fake girlfriend and yes, the story ends up being exactly how you’d imagine it to be.
There are some well-done romantic moments here, but much of the story is on the meh side.
This isn’t a bad story by any means, but it’s rather chipper for a story with a murder case in the pivotal spotlight.
This one is okay. I just wish I remember more about this story than it being just alright.
I am not sure what the author intended to do with this one, and I wonder whether she knows.
For a romance, the love thing is rather disquieting.