This is the very definition of cheap thrills. It is fun while it lasts, but good luck trying to remember much about it later.
Werewolves get back into fashion again with this unexpectedly delightful gorefest.
Moron heroines make the world go round.
A boring conclusion to a boring trilogy. Now, what’s for dinner?
Two books for the price of one… and at the cost of your brain cells as well.