An English Rose by Deborah Satinwood
The heroine loves her stupid house more than anything else here, and that’s sad.
The heroine loves her stupid house more than anything else here, and that’s sad.
Fun hero, tedious heroine, underwhelming plot.
Run, it’s the devil!
The author hits a new high with this one. Nice.
It’s sometimes great, sometimes not. So-so it is, then.
The hero is glorious, but the heroine is a wet rag.
The heroine is a moron.
Three shorter prototypes of the Cynster stories, for everyone’s pleasure.
Don’t bet on remembering much about the stories here.
This one is a bore of hearts, actually.