Eva Leigh’s middle finger to socialism knows where it’s at, and it’s not at plotting, that’s for sure.

All this drama over the hero wanting to build a shag paradise with money he doesn’t have.

The author writes a story of a ho and her man, only to then spends the rest of the story desperately trying to un-ho that wretch.

There are glimmers of the author’s talent here, but for the most part, too much of this one feels like clutter.

It breaks my heart how I’m not reacting positively to the author’s books so far.

I am a fan of the author’s works under another pseudonym, but this one doesn’t resonate with me at all.