Affair of Pleasure by Lindsay Evans
Hero and heroine must pretend to be married and I nearly slip into a coma.

Hero and heroine must pretend to be married and I nearly slip into a coma.

It’s supposed to be a tearjerker tale of love and healing, but I can’t control my laughter.

The heroine insists on thinking and doing things, when she isn’t cut out for any of that.

Beauty fades, dumb is forever, and books like this are a waste of time and money.

This one has very little conflict. Hence, it’s alright but try recalling details about it shortly after you’re done with it.

I was having fun… until the always silly “No condom? No problem, I’m on the Pill!” nonsense shows up.

The cover is lovely, but the story – and the hero – are stuff from the vilest dreams.

All these years, I still don’t understand why one would marry a man who thinks of her as a lying skank at the drop of the hat.

This one reminds me of a fanfiction of one of those vapid Logo TV shows,

I will always wonder whether the author could have come up with a better plot.
