For the Love of Lila by Jennifer Malin
For the love of me, please let’s get the party started.
For the love of me, please let’s get the party started.
Holy cow, this one is a chore to slough through.
Uneven and contrived.
Campy fun is one thing, but I have this suspicion that most of the fun is accidental by design.
The author still hasn’t found her proper sense of timing.
Forget the Alamo. We need to rob some brain banks for these heroines.
How disappointing that the mistress-turned-heroine isn’t such a mistress type after all.
The hero is interesting, broody, fabulous. The heroine… meh.
So silly, yet so irresistibly charming and cute.
It’s boring rather than putrid, so yay, PARTY?