Gilded Secrets by Maureen Child
For once, I am not shaking my head at the hero. No, I’m wincing at everything else.
For once, I am not shaking my head at the hero. No, I’m wincing at everything else.
And then came the boring, as the two idiots in this story behave in ways that are too obviously for the sake of drama.
Christmas is a time for giving, and letting an asshole walk all over you.
Just a small town tale, living in a clichéd world; it took a midnight train, not really going anywhere…
Maybe introducing a bunch of losers to start a new career outside of Silhouette isn’t a good idea.