This Time Love by Elizabeth Lowell
This time vomit.
This time vomit.
This one feels too much like the author’s last few books. The formula is really showing.
Ah, the good old days when teaching kids the hula is a sure sign that you’re a slut who needs to be shagged ten thousand ways for being so slutty.
This is the very definition of cheap thrills. It is fun while it lasts, but good luck trying to remember much about it later.
Is it your dream to live in a hot, smelly ranch with limited facilities with a grouchy hot guy?
This one comes alive only when the author is giving information dump on ruby craftsmanship. Everything else is just okay.
Here are a bunch of authors coming together to tell us why their works are awesome.
For a revised version of a much older book, this one is surprisingly alright. No great, but adequately entertaining.