Deeper Than Desire by Cheryl Holt
Sigh, whatever happened to this author?
Sigh, whatever happened to this author?
The sex is fine, The relationship aspects, on the other hand, aren’t.
This naughty tale of horny people in 1925 India tries to be more than just a rumpy-pumpy tale, but it doesn’t quite deliver all the way.
The secondary couple is everything the douchebag and the twat playing the main couple can only dream of being.
It’s just a jumbo-sized replay of the author’s same old “hot guy, neurotic dumb chick” repertoire.
Talk about a heartbreaking sophomore slump.
The heroine is a haughty, snobby, selfish opportunist… and she’s the sane one in her family!
Wait, these stories were supposed to be the best out of a bunch?
The whole Secrets thing is starting to become stale.
This one is like a hooker, You pay it for the pumpies, and nothing else.