Desert Heat by Leigh Wyndfield
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
The stories here are better off not being romances.
There is something pretty good here, but there are also some so-so stuff too.
Pointless redneck sexy times aren’t much fun if the characters are all puddle deep.
Two sisters! One man! Hot.
This one isn’t too exciting; it seems to be going through the motions instead.
The author’s transition from small press to bigger press has its shares of bumps.
Don’t gawk – I’m telling the truth when I say that I find this one so much fun to read.
No, this one isn’t ass; it has two really good stories out of three.
That’s a rather sweet cover for a naughty story, isn’t it?