The Texan Duke by Karen Ranney
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.
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?
The heroine is so easily triggered by the idea of sex with a bloke, I wonder whether she’d be happier just having a pet.
The hero is a such a dreamboat; it’s a shame that the heroine doesn’t quite get to keep up with her.
Vlad the Impaler is a woman, and she and her brother both want a Sultan’s heart. Okay, things are a bit more complicated… oh, just read this thing.
If you love a hero whose penis has been inside everyone and everything, then open up your… arms for the big guy.