Knock Me for a Loop by Heidi Betts
This is what happens when the author has no idea what she is actually writing about.
This is what happens when the author has no idea what she is actually writing about.
It’s nowhere as urban and hip as the author pretends it is.
All three stories score big in their own way, so this is indeed a happy day.
That’s an inflammatory title for a pretty ordinary story.
Forget the Alamo. We need to rob some brain banks for these heroines.
All the lunacy, and yet everything is still so… dead. Sigh.
Western romances are quite scarce these days, and I guess, so is innovation. Or originality.
Take a drink each time he calls her a whore. Go ahead, live a little.