Grumpy Fake Boyfriend by Jackie Lau
I’m not sure why I’m supposed to find the grumpy fake boyfriend dreamy, but it’s alright, the author can seal the deal well.
I’m not sure why I’m supposed to find the grumpy fake boyfriend dreamy, but it’s alright, the author can seal the deal well.
There isn’t much going on here aside from naughty times and sequel set-up. The naughty times could at least be hotter.
Something isn’t right when the best sexy times the male prostitute hero has is with his clients, not the heroine.
This is a Bollywood movie without the sexy people, campy dancing, and fun music. What’s left isn’t very interesting at all.
A rare pokey man has been sighted in the wilderness: a virginal NHL player, Go get him, thirsty people!
Sorry, ladies. Only women with no agency or ambition or personal wants are allowed to be princesses. Everyone else is a ho.
What could have been an alright read is ruined by how nothing really makes sense from the beginning.
I’m marrying Gabe Caldera and raising fifteen kids with a smile on my face. Oh screw it. I’d get a nanny.
It’s been a while, and the author makes her return as if she is a completely new and different person. Not bad at all, I must say.
The romance is decent, but it will barely fit a quarter of this book. The author pads the rest of the pages with pure boredom.