The Viscount’s Bawdy Bargain by Connie Lane
Good lord, this is painful to read.

Good lord, this is painful to read.

There are times when this one is so bad, it’s good. But most of the time, it’s just bad.

What could have been an emotional read is marred by too-easy resolutions.

Oh god, the irrational heroine.

Lorraine Heath moves her story to England, and the first result turns out to be completely forgettable.

Generic, generic, generic, generic, generic.

Mary Balogh wants to be like Stephanie Laurens. It’s quite the sight.

Katie MacAlister is lowering the overall quality of romance novels by flooding the market with her basement-tier brain gases.

Ah, good old-fashioned heartwarming Americana.

Hey, who is Donna Jordan? The rest can just go away.
