To Claim a Wilde by Kimberly Kaye Terry
Beauty fades, dumb is forever, and books like this are a waste of time and money.
Beauty fades, dumb is forever, and books like this are a waste of time and money.
This one has very little conflict. Hence, it’s alright but try recalling details about it shortly after you’re done with it.
Crazy violent people, limbs flying everywhere amidst the ha-ha’s… yes, it’s a book by Shelly Laurenston.
There are many small little flaws that add up to bog this story down a bit.
She survived the Titanic, and gave me a headache.
The author tries to make her “doormat on sale, get yours now” heroine charming and adorable. Doesn’t work, sorry.
I was having fun… until the always silly “No condom? No problem, I’m on the Pill!” nonsense shows up.
The cover is lovely, but the story – and the hero – are stuff from the vilest dreams.
All these years, I still don’t understand why one would marry a man who thinks of her as a lying skank at the drop of the hat.
This one borrows so heavily from many better movies, so why watch this one, and not those movies?