The Earl I Adore by Erin Knightley
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
This is not a thrilling spy romance. It’s just one guy constantly whining and wringing his hands all the time.
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
The hero in this one is a major downgrade from Gerard Butler. Still, there’s always Eva Green.
Hero and heroine must pretend to be married and I nearly slip into a coma.
The hero is adorable, the heroine is deplorable. Guess I can’t have everything.
It’s supposed to be a tearjerker tale of love and healing, but I can’t control my laughter.
Poor Bobby Fischer. It turns out that he’s just a poor mentally unhinged guy oppressed by the government and capitalism and whatever.
There is more meat on the cover art than in the entire story.
The heroine insists on thinking and doing things, when she isn’t cut out for any of that.