Flames of Passion by Kayla Perrin
He’s a fireman who never does anything fireman-like. She’s a lover who obsesses over her ex. Perfect.
He’s a fireman who never does anything fireman-like. She’s a lover who obsesses over her ex. Perfect.
New adult is about the angst of getting raped, having tattoos, etc. This one, however, feels curiously lightweight.
No detailed descriptions of hip movements and clenching? Is this really a book by Velvet Carter?
Please tell me someone forgot to edit this thing. Otherwise, oh dear.
The title may be about changing games, but the author isn’t changing anything here. It’s that same story.
Deborah Simmons produces a contemporary romance, and it’s… well, I guess it’s fine. Nothing amazing, just okay.
Ryuu and Hiro continues to sniff around one another’s rear ends like curious puppies. Just boink already!
It’s a fake engagement story set in the present day, and it is as artificial as you can imagine.
Another author writing about reality TV when she clearly has no clue what she is doing.
O’ come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant! O’ come ye, o’ come ye to Wintersage…