The Great Estate by Sherri Browning
A story of a second-time romance… but nobody is really blaming anybody! Shocking, isn’t it?
A story of a second-time romance… but nobody is really blaming anybody! Shocking, isn’t it?
He’s a cold-hearted rake! Look into his eyes! Ooh… those eyes… I’m feeling sleepy…
Now I remember why I don’t like kids. Sneaky little bastards, all of them.
This is the story your Christmas needs. Keep alcohol close, though, just in case.
The hero wants to toss the heroine and his late brother’s brats out of their home so that he can have drunken orgies. How heartwarming!
SENPAI, PLEASE BUTT-SEX ME! DON’T SAY NO BECAUSE YOU WILL DESTROY ME AND I WILL DIE WITHOUT FEELING YOUR BIG SALAMI CLENCHED BY MY STRETCHABLE SPANDEX BUNS!
There are lovely moments here, but the whole story doesn’t come together as well as I’d have liked.
This is almost a four-, maybe five-oogie read, only to sink into dire wretchedness in its second half. Oh, what a waste.
The heroine, alone and with no support from anyone, just has to fall for an opportunist who cares little about her reputation. Poor thing.
This story ends up being a little too neat and tidy for its own good.