Not Just a Friend by Laura Jardine
Not just a friend, more like something left in a litter box.
Not just a friend, more like something left in a litter box.
I’ve been pretty sick the last few days and was hoping a foursome romp would pick my spirit up a bit. Should’ve stuck with paracetamols.
If you are looking for an offensively foul and dumb hero, it’s your lucky day. Bonus: the rest of the book is just as crappy.
Everyone’s awesome, gorgeous, rich, and amazing; and there is nary a decent conflict in sight.
They do it in the boardroom, in this bedroom, in that bedroom… there’s a story in here somewhere, but who cares?
Is this supposed to be a satire? Not enough humor, not enough subversion.
Do we have to talk about this story? I’d rather talk about something else, like hot guys.
The part of the story that leads up to the dating is sweet, funny, and cute. After that, things get a bit meh.
Reading this book is like sleeping with the smarmiest, most insufferable literature professor in college – no amount of alcohol can wash away the shame..
Ooh, there’s nothing like a sad tortured creative soul of a hero who is blue without going all whiny and self-pitying.