Love Fool by Anna J Evans
Great, now I can’t get that horrible The Cardigans song out of my head too.
Great, now I can’t get that horrible The Cardigans song out of my head too.
Cowboys, demons, and an almost-severed pee-pee. Yee-haw!
A Dom that has a lot of money and still comes off like a bloke one can cuddle up to after a shag? Where do I sign up?
Pee-pees and pottery, ooh.
The author seems to believe that the reader has all the intelligence of an amoeba.
This isn’t sexy; it’s some mumbo-jumbo about dragon spirits or something.
It was over before I could even blink. Worst date ever.
It’s a threesome story that should have been just a twosome.
The heroine is addicted to man-butter, and… good lord. Why?
Not sexy enough, not romantic enough.