Bad for Me by Codi Gary
The heroine’s mental issues are a bit too deep for the happy ending to be believable. Not without plenty of happy pills anyway.

The heroine’s mental issues are a bit too deep for the happy ending to be believable. Not without plenty of happy pills anyway.

Marketed as trendy and hip, this one is more of a neurotic and underwritten fantasy of an insecure, fat, and homely woman.

There isn’t much excitement here, just awesomely perfect people basking in one another’s amazing aura.

Oh my goodness, this one is so much fun, it’s almost a crime that it has to come to an end.

Please don’t hurt the hero. You’ll make him say hateful things and throw a tantrum or two.

The hero is too good for the heroine, who needs sedatives more than anything else.

God bless this one. It will need as many blessings as it can get.

Sigh. Here we have stereotyping and shallow laughs passed off as a celebration of diversity and bisexuality acceptance.

It’s posing for a painting and shagging a hot guy or facing a fate worst than death: deportment back to England.

You need to appreciate wealthy and handsome yet whiny crybaby manchild assholes in order to enjoy this story.
