Sins of the Highlander by Connie Mason and Mia Marlowe
Even a co-writer can’t breathe new life into Connie Mason’s formula.
Even a co-writer can’t breathe new life into Connie Mason’s formula.
You’d look as disgusted as the bloke on the cover too if you were written to be as dumb as he is.
Ooh, bad in a campy fun way. That’s how I like my books from this author!
Look at the bright side, it’s an unintentionally amusing of two morons finding one another.
This one is… actually not bad for something from this author. Honestly, it’s that bad!
Why am I doing this to myself?
You know what they say about getting what you wish for. The author cleans up her act and the result is… boring.
This one is just bad without anything campy, skanky, or unintentionally entertaining. So, what’s the point?
This may just be the best book the author has ever written, and that’s pretty scary.
As expected, this one is awful. But it has enough campy charm here and there, heh.