The Perks of Loving a Scoundrel by Jennifer McQuiston
The shrinks are wrong. Solving an assassination and boinking in the process are the real cure for phobias, alcoholism, and assholery.
The shrinks are wrong. Solving an assassination and boinking in the process are the real cure for phobias, alcoholism, and assholery.
The author’s narrative style can cut so deep, but alas, the story is nowhere as magical as I desperately wanted it to be.
The hero isn’t bad, but the heroine makes me want to slash my wrists just to get away from her.
Naturally, the heroine wastes no time showing off her “I can die, it’s okay, just let me die if I’m inconveniencing everyone!” attitude and general uselessness.
After reading this story, I can’t imagine why anyone would think that a woman is too overemotional to do medical stuff!
Alright, you can all come out now. I think it’s safe to read the author’s books now without fearing for the brain cells.
This one skewers some common tropes most amusingly, but the overall story falls short of the mark.
Cutting this familiar seafaring romance by about 200 pages would have done wonders for it.
For a short story, this one has such sweet and adorable characters. The happy ending is a tough sell, though.
I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe…