Twelve Days of Pleasure by Deborah Fletcher Mello
Some parts good, some parts meh – this is squarely right in the three-oogie territory.
Some parts good, some parts meh – this is squarely right in the three-oogie territory.
The hero is a PI and the heroine is a high school teacher. So whose sexy badge are we talking about here?
This isn’t a bad story by any means, but it’s rather chipper for a story with a murder case in the pivotal spotlight.
Oh look at this poor thing. It got lost and ended up in a different Harlequin line while trying to get to the Kimani one.
Just how many Stallions are there, my god? Can we bring in other folks, like the Bears or the Geese or something?
Is it just me or does every Kimani romance story these days merely recycle one of the seven “acceptable” plot lines?
The heroine is the head of a sexy stuff empire… but the story avoids taking advantage of this to become more interesting.
This one is probably the last good Stallion book in a while.
When it comes to the Stallions – who are now one big family with the Boudreaux – it really is a case of too much of a good thing.
Oh god, the premise of this otherwise pleasant, middling romance…