The Forever Christmas Tree by Sandra Hill
I know this is a month to be charitable, but I hope the hero soils himself each time he feels horny.
I know this is a month to be charitable, but I hope the hero soils himself each time he feels horny.
I am not sure what the author intended to do with this one, and I wonder whether she knows.
The more the author tries to be funny, the more apparent it is that this story doesn’t have much going for it.
Ugh, Tante Lulu again. Still, the hero is a dream and the heroine is not bad at all, so things aren’t so dire here.
What kind of pharmaceutical aids would one need to come up with this ghastly thing?
The heroine is no match for the hero in this otherwise amusing romp, and that’s a bummer.
Okay, this is really dumb now.
Oops, the author goes off the rails here. Again.
It’s all about the ha-ha-ha and little else. If that’s what you came for, well, go ahead.
Yes, it’s a Sandra Hill book alright, for better or for worse.