Night Fires by Justine Dare
It’s just like the previous book, hmm.
It’s just like the previous book, hmm.
The title is the most provocative thing about this tedious read.
I suppose you have really made it when they started reissuing your embarrassing older titles…
This one is over the top silly that it’s almost funny. Almost.
Should we blame Janet Evanovich for the proliferation of dotty old people in mystery stories?
Mob bosses, chick lit doozies, gay BFFs, and other madness.
Heroines remain the author’s Achilles heel.
Zzzzzz at the heroine’s crybaby antics and passive behavior.
What possessed these people to spend so much money on promoting this ridiculous book?
This one hasn’t aged well. The love scenes are hot, but everything else is overblown and even silly.