Tempest by Beverly Jenkins
Sadly, more like an interminable trickling of boredom and annoyance, Chinese water torture style.
Sadly, more like an interminable trickling of boredom and annoyance, Chinese water torture style.
This is a bewildering tale of a heroine who really, really wants the hero’s peen inside her now. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow.
This thing is written in English, yes, but I don’t get it at all.
Best read with gallons and gallons of alcohol at the very least.
Feeling bored? Come test your patience and see how far you can go before the heroine makes you want to jump off a window ledge.
There is a very strong going through the motions here that keeps it from being anything more than a serviceable formulaic read.
This one is gloriously subversive… for about 100 pages. And then it forces itself to fit the well-worn mold, sigh.
This one is a bubbly fun read, barring the occasional dumb dumb.
Alright, who wants to know the true meaning of indifference at this time of the year?
This is a story well written enough but not interesting enough to warrant any reaction stronger than “supreme indifference”.