To Sin with a Scoundrel by Cara Elliott
A whole lot of sameness in one compact book, that’s what this is.

A whole lot of sameness in one compact book, that’s what this is.

I’m traumatized by this baby. Why, why, why does the author do this to me?

Starts out dumb, but gets better along the way.

And stupidity wears this book.

The hero is too much of a worthless creep for me to care.

Clearly, I’m too hot for this crap.

This author is giving me great vibes! Do I have more of her books?

The sole saving grace of this ludicrous romp is all the unintentional comedy packed within the pages.

The heroine just won’t quit babbling or being stupid. Please hand me a gun, somebody.

The entire thing is built on an idiot plot of a premise, and it’s all downhill from page one.
