Pink Sands by Wynne May
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the whoriest whore of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the whoriest whore of them all?
More like a merry average Christmas to me.
Warning, warning, idiot plot ahead. Or is that warning redundant, given the kind of the book this is?
Every woman dreams of marrying a chicken-poop douchebag, don’t you know.
Sigh, Yahrah St John. Enough said.
We need a doctor to resuscitate this bore.
This one has its moments, but clichéd plot twists that make little sense spoils it considerably.
The author is good at following the small town romance tropes, but her romance isn’t believable.
This tale of cruel victimization is the best appetite suppressor if you wish to lose weight. Avoid otherwise.
New blood, but the sins are the same.