Once Upon a Regency Christmas by Louise Allen, Sophia James, and Annie Burrows
Here’s something to put in the Christmas stockings if you want an alternative to a lump of coal.
Here’s something to put in the Christmas stockings if you want an alternative to a lump of coal.
The hero of this one is the most charming, creepy sexual-harasser ever.
One five-oogie story, one four-oogie one, and one one-oogie dud walk into the bar one day…
This is the closest book I’ve read from the author in a while that almost recaptures her glory days. Almost. That’s good, I suppose.
So much action, so much adventure, and yet, I’m indifferent to all of them.
How a book went from five oogies to one oogie by the time it ends – a true sad story.
Oh dear, are they letting sheikhs into historical romances too? Haven’t they done enough damage to Harlequin Presents?
It’s an okay read, but you have to be okay with the premise of one sister replacing the other in the hero’s bed.
Now here’s a Christmas present for that snobby twat who is constantly harping on historical accuracy. If you’re lucky, she’d be dead by New Year’s eve.
The almond trees wither – DIE – Was I ever someone – DIE DIE DIE – Who could love you forever JUST DIE ALREADY HAHAHAHA…