Jared by Sarah McCarty
Shame turd, different cover. It’s a shame how badly the author has fallen since her glory days.
Shame turd, different cover. It’s a shame how badly the author has fallen since her glory days.
Will the author ever regain her lost mojo? She’s just floundering, and it’s uncomfortable to watch.
This one is as fun to read as it is to sleep on a bed of rusty nails.
Sex? YES. Story? Hell, no.
This is so short that it’s like getting into bed with a one-minute man. Who charges you for the “pleasure”.
The sex scenes are the only thing that saved this book from being an all-out dud.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, HOT!