Forever My Baby by Jacquelin Thomas
First world problems compounded by stupidity are simply annoying.

First world problems compounded by stupidity are simply annoying.

Ugh, Tante Lulu again. Still, the hero is a dream and the heroine is not bad at all, so things aren’t so dire here.

Easily the best book by the author to date, which means it is merely boring instead of aggravating and illogical.

This is a perfect example of why “Modern” is the wrong name for this line of stories.

It’s sad how the author’s name on the cover has become a short hand for “This book is boring. Stay away!”.

Friends don’t let friends marry Daddy’s favorite doormat.

Lights, camera… and dance!

One is okay, one is vile, and whatever little suspense to be had here is through guessing which author delivered the doozy.

The author never lets me forget that she controls the strings of her characters, and that’s not so good.

There is no melodramatic flailing that the characters here don’t love.
