Secrets by Heather Cullman
The heroine is useless. Absolutely useless.

The heroine is useless. Absolutely useless.

This is such an unnecessary sequel. It’s still very readable though.

Slightly better, but it’s still mostly the same kind of offering from this author.

Everyone’s a fool in this story. The author doesn’t seem to have a clue.

Okay, give me the fan club T-shirt. I’m in.

Why come up with interesting characters and premise only to put everything through the same old blender?

The author really, really, really loves her Irishmen. They are perfect. Perfect!

The heroine is so, so, so stupid that this book is the mother of all cringes.

Putting out so many books in a short time is clearly short-circuiting the author.

What could have been a complex, multifaceted romance ends up becoming sentimental hogwash. What happened?
