Star Quality by Lori Foster, Lucy Monroe, and Dianne Castell
No, no need to wear blinders – the star here ain’t that bright.
No, no need to wear blinders – the star here ain’t that bright.
This one isn’t sexy or much of anything else, I’m afraid.
Aliens wanting to have sex with hot drunk chicks is the new black.
The romance spoils everything. This one should have been a shameless free-for-all sexy party.
This exotic version of a sexed-up China is just too absurd to be taken seriously.
A librarian gets it on with a god-thing. That’s nice.
This is a heartbreaking yet sexy story. Yes, these two can go well together – here’s the proof.
Speaking of erotic antics, the hero brings the asshole quota up to the roof just by existing. Douchebag!
I don’t know whether the author is joking or not anymore.
Tie this one down with rocks and throw it into the river!