The Laird Takes a Bride by Lisa Berne
And the cheese stands alone.
And the cheese stands alone.
Sex, sex, sex… LOVE! The end. Well, this ain’t so bad if the sex actually rocked my world, which it didn’t.
He’s a vicar. Her father is a vicar, and she doesn’t want to marry her father and become her mother. Yes, these two are definitely getting together.
This one subverts quite a number of the usual tropes, but still, it could have been longer.
If Donald Trump weren’t born in Queens, New York, I’d think the hero of this one is his great-great-great-great-grandpappy.
Ever get the feeling that a book is taken over by another author halfway through?
It looks like the author channels all her risk-taking into shorter stories, while letting her full-length stories remain on the safe side.
The author is all serious business here, and I find myself missing her too-stupid heroines. They aren’t as boring as the heroine here.
Christmas is coming, so bring on the low-effort anthologies!
If you can switch one of the guys with a woman and not much would have changed, is there a point to the story at all?