Hurricane Hannah by Sue Civil-Brown
Beware the horny alligator who thinks like a human.
Beware the horny alligator who thinks like a human.
The plot could have been better, but the rest of the story is fine enough for me. Plus, the sexy is back. Yay for sexy.
Some books are awful, some are magnificent, but this one falls squarely into the “I really can’t think of any reason to care” territory.
No hate, no want – I’m leaning more towards indifference, actually. PS: That guy on the cover is not a vampire.
This one remains dead on arrival until way, way late into the story. Way too late.
When the worst thing a Modern story can do is to bore me, it is officially a time for rejoicing.
For a book in this line, it’s alright. If you judge this story in any other way, though, I wish you luck in accepting the basic premise.
The title is accurate. Whiny sad blue boy alert,
Our heroine steals her competition’s boyfriend and acts coy when the world applauds her for being the most awesome girl ever. Sounds familiar?
If you can stop rolling your eyes at the fuss the main characters make out of nothing, you may like this one. Who knows.