Chill by Stephanie Rowe
Angry sex is not the same as romance, as much as we can wish it to be the case.
Angry sex is not the same as romance, as much as we can wish it to be the case.
Who would’ve imagined that female killers can be this dull?
This one isn’t perfect, and the heroine is quite a dingbat, but on the whole, this one is prime guilty pleasure.
Hmm, this one seems to lack the author’s usual magic.
The idiot heroine can’t spoil my enjoyment of this book, so yay.
Ice is nice, but it could have been more than that, though.
Ah, nice, things are heating up nicely here.
An amusing but rather uneven cozy mystery. Everybody wants to be Janet Evanovich these days.
A slow start mars this otherwise compelling romantic suspense, making it… well, just very good compared to the previous two books in the series,
The suspense still doesn’t cut it. The heroine is very fun though.