Playing with Desire by Reese Ryan
This is one of the better Kimani books I’ve read in a long time. I want to burst into tears, because it really feels like a long, long time.
This is one of the better Kimani books I’ve read in a long time. I want to burst into tears, because it really feels like a long, long time.
Don’t let these weirdos wiggle into your land down under.
More like feel the lukewarm, as some strong pluses in this story are countered by strong negatives.
#blurredlines #freejenh #2good4thisworld #diarrheaplot #snotporridge
The author’s reliance on tropes and familiar conventions makes this painless read less of a riot and more of a… pleasantry, I guess.
Oh look, the sighting of a rare new adult story that doesn’t make me feel like I’ve taken a swim in toxic waste!
The author is good at writing romance but not so good at angst. This one is almost all angst, all day. See the problem here?
The heroine is the best thing about this one. Everything else is so familiar that it’s hard for this one to stand out from the rest.
For once, I am not shaking my head at the hero. No, I’m wincing at everything else.
If you are looking for just pleasant moments – and nothing more – than this one will do nicely.