If only this one had been longer, it would be so much better in bringing on the feels.

Not even fifteen million bucks can stop a romance heroine from being a miserable pumpkin.

Here’s what it’s like when you use an old pro as a hammer to force the formula into place.

By today’s standard, this is a fantastic Kimani book. The romance is, sadly, lacking though.

This one manages to be both acceptable and forgettable. Sadly, a typical book in this line, then.

It’s a fake engagement story set in the present day, and it is as artificial as you can imagine.

It’s always a pleasure to read a simple “no BS, just the love story” kind of romance that does almost everything right from start to finish.

The inability to have children is now a horrifying trauma that needs plenty of sexual healing. Good god.