Skinny Dipping by Connie Brockway
More women’s fiction than romance, this one would have been fabulous, were not for the sagging middle.
More women’s fiction than romance, this one would have been fabulous, were not for the sagging middle.
Things are going so great until the whole “Live in the small town forever, woman!” nonsense shows up.
This one is so ugh that it should be something borrowed, not bought.
This seems like a white flag from the author. I’m heartbroken for her, and for me.
I… I… what happened? I don’t know what to say.
A little too much self-pity, but a lot more fun in the end.
It’s an okay book if it had been written by most other authors, but a very average book for one written by this author.
Wow, there’s one really amazing bed in here, alright.
It is a lovely day everyone, including me, when the heroine comes to town.
This is such a delight, it’s a delightful kind of delighted delight.