Charlotte’s Younger Man by Emily Ryan-Davis
I wish this thing had been longer.
I wish this thing had been longer.
The chauffeur did it. Many, many times; bless him.
This one is more meh than howl-at-the-moon fun.
Snow White gets frisky, and the end result is magical.
Who wouldn’t want to hump a stone statue of a guy with a massive chubby?
The author is on a mission to make sex seem absolutely un-fun.
Shame turd, different cover. It’s a shame how badly the author has fallen since her glory days.
Phoenix werewolf! No really, there’s a phoenix werewolf here. I know, how that thing live with itself?
Wait, it’s finally out? I haven’t been waiting for it unlike most of her fans, but it’s quite worth the wait, I say.
More like the light side of toasted bread.