That Despicable Rogue by Virginia Heath
She loves him! No, she hates him! He loves her! Wait, he hates her now! Meanwhile, I’m just dismayed.
She loves him! No, she hates him! He loves her! Wait, he hates her now! Meanwhile, I’m just dismayed.
Winterborne is a unicorn, he reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power, love…
And it really is. Beautifully played, Ms Maxwell, absolutely beautifully played.
This is actually an enjoyable read, but it will also always be one of my biggest disappointments in a while.
I feel like running away myself, now that I think of it.
The hero is pretty stupid, but the heroine is really special. People with high blood pressure, beware.
This author finally uses her abilities for good rather than evil, and the result is awesome.
Bailando, en la pista sudando. Tú me estás calentando…
Ugh, why does this have to be a romance with… that thing?
Should we let all these kids pretend to be adults and take over the romance genre?