Obsession by Carole Mortimer
Who’s here for a smacking good time?

Who’s here for a smacking good time?

Yes, that’s right. Whenever I think of Christmas romance, I think of RMS Titanic.

Breed me, Alien Daddy! Eeuw, I think I just tasted my own vomit after saying that.

Which Whitney Houston song will get butchered this time?

The heroine ruins this one. Yup, the devil is a moron.

I mean, I’ve read worse. So, yay?

More like toothless letters, unless the ruthlessness is a reference to the ennui I’m feeling.

It’s probably a good thing that this one is too boring to be considered a hate crime.

I like the latter half of this one so much that I wish it’s its own story altogether.

Everything feels staged and tad too contrived for its own good.
