Into the Blue by Chanel Cleeton
I feel the feels, and they are intense and deep.
I feel the feels, and they are intense and deep.
She got dumped by the hero and the heroine doesn’t even make him work hard to get into her pants again. Lame.
Look at that cover. Would you read this if you didn’t know that Suzanne Brockmann’s kid and her hubby wrote this, and Mommy published it?
Hot chef dips his spoon into the heroine’s souffle and weakens her resolve. A hero’s penis is a powerful thing indeed.
I’m dismayed that the author didn’t culturally appropriate more and turn this story into something more Chinese-ish.
Bad-ass tattoos and big asses – two things that the hero likes a lot in life, apparently.
There are good and bad things here, but the author chooses to focus on and expand the bad ones. Oops.
Why does the author keep doing this to me? What did I do to deserve all this agony?
India is love. This one, however, is quite the ugh.
Not much passion here, just creepiness and bad writing techniques.