The
book was offered for free. I've shocked myself at the number of
Romance Novels I've read since Harlequin offered 60 for free marking
its 60th Anniversary. I tend to stick to Bromances and
Hetero stylings short on lengthy descriptions of foreplay and sex. As
a celibate male I've learned more about French Kissing, fellatio,
anal sex, and the missionary position than I thought possible and
that's just the beginning. I've even learned to get some titillation
out of the descriptions of bedroom gymnastics. Given the wide
diversity of the genre and the sheer volume the books must be
someone's guilty pleasure.
This
is not a bad murder/mystery marred by a lack of editing, repeated,
missing words, bad grammar. If women weren't insecure and men not
fickle romance writers would lack plot devices. It's a cliché that
the woman are beautiful; the men tall, broad-shouldered with narrow
hips and slim waists, bubble butts. The covers modelling
opportunities for bodybuilders. Bald, pot-bellied men have to be rich
to attract a dame.
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