Pillaged by Kayci Morgan
Our hero is butt-raped into love many, many, many times, and I yawn through each one, sigh.
Our hero is butt-raped into love many, many, many times, and I yawn through each one, sigh.
This book gets an extra oogie from me, because it is really a memorable kind of ugh-kill-me-now.
With so many erotic stuff out there, this one needs something special to distinguish itself from the rest. Too bad, only the title seems to get the trick halfway done.
The author finally pulls the plug on this series. She can move on to her next billion-dollar series, and we mortals can all move on with our lives.
If all the boys in the frat house look like that fellow on the cover, I volunteer at once to be their happy hour beer keg.
Can you get it on with a stripper called McHorny Quick Draw the Grinder?
I have an epiphany. If all Harlequin Presents heroes like to play the sub like the fellow here, those books would be so much more fun to read.
We need a new genre for this kind of stories. How about “LOLrotica”?
The sex is hot, everything else is a bit meh. So, the question: what are you looking for in this one?
Last Friday night, we went streaking in the park; skinny dipping in the dark, then had a ménage à trois…