This is one hot scary-ass mess from start to finish. Fortunately it’s kind of fun to gape at the mess.
Tag: Yahrah St John
This is a terrible version of every terrible 90% padding 10% sequel baiting “part of a series, BUY THE NEXT BOOK” Kimani titles out there.
Easily the best book by the author to date, which means it is merely boring instead of aggravating and illogical.
Oh look, another boring, wooden oh-so-typical Kimani romance to bring on the buyer’s remorse.
Isn’t it odd, how the cover art has nothing do with coffee?