Saving Grace by Beverley Oakley
It’s a story with a, gasp, real ho.
It’s a story with a, gasp, real ho.
Here’s a side of the author never seen during her Kimani phase, ooh.
Is it really a romance when the heroine is determined to put out to the hero come what may?
What’s scandalous is how the author makes me adore this thing with such apparent ease.
Excuse me, brother and sister, have you recited your prayers to the great Saint Austen?
The heroine is one of the worst wretches I’ve come across in a while. Reject with prejudice!
It’s a fun ride while it lasts, which sadly isn’t long enough.
Our heroine asks our hero to help keep his cousin away from hers, so that her brother can end up with her cousin instead. Don’t ask.
The romance only happens in the late third of the story. Why? Who knows!
Yay, a genuinely smart heroine and… a cruel POS of a hero. Damn it!