Sinner’s Creed by Kim Jones
This is easily one of the worst books I’ve read, and no, it’s not because of the ending.
This is easily one of the worst books I’ve read, and no, it’s not because of the ending.
You will never believe the secret… it will move you to tears and change your life! Kidding, kidding.
The author continues to cement her reputation as the queen of shallow, even insipid tales of identity-politics romance.
This story needs skanky sex. Sex with camels. And maybe a sandstorm tornado. In its current form, it’s strictly for fans of this kind of stories.
It is truly the end of the world, because our hero can’t get sodomy 24/7 from one dude. This one will be rough on anyone outside of Tumblr.
More like the boob and the drama queen.
Who will be better to play the hero in the movie version? Zac Efron, Justin Bieber, or Zayn?
It’s easy to read, quick to digest, and promotes SWAT dudes as hot, sexy, and full of stamina. Just don’t expect much of anything else.
Clearly, I’m not going to get that “Bailey Babe” T-shirt anytime soon.
Every misfire a debut author can do, is done right here. Ouch.