The Enforcer by Anna Perrin
Good: competent heroine. Ugh: the hero.
Good: competent heroine. Ugh: the hero.
God gives AIDS to heathen kids and doubts to women that dare to think they know better than their man.
It’s okay as long as no one is expecting a bodyguard story.
It’s nowhere as unshakable as the title claims, but it’s okay.
What’s the best way to save a failing business? Have someone murdered on the premise!
I like the latter half of this one so much that I wish it’s its own story altogether.
After a lockdown at home for a mere six months, the heroine goes crazy. Amateur.
Psychic ninja fake nun, dog fighting rings, hot undercover cops… oh my.
Thank God that He sends people to try to stick it to the heroine, so that she learns that she should love the hero like He wants her to!
It’s alright, but the author has done similar stories like this before, and she did them better too.