The place: Bayfield, WisconsinThe plot: Coast Guard something-something* Tracie's partner, Trevor, was murdered six weeks ago. She has a new partner, an undercover FBI agent named Heath, who is tasked with investigating the diamond-smuggling ring Trevor was involved in ( Read more... )

The end of this book is just collapsing like a flan in a cupboard. And if I weren't in an open office, surrounded by worldwide leaders in sports, I'd be screaming at the manuscript.

I believe I've discussed how I hate when authors can't keep track of a SIMPLE GODDAMN TIMELINE. Well, I hate it even more when there are things like major holidays and ( Read more... )

Happy holiday weekend! I spent mine at a place with a working shower (that is, not my apartment). And I went to Target. There I saw the following:


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I returned His Vienna Christmas Bride this morning. (No Ugly Betty outside of the Woolworth Building, sadly.) It was, in the end, reasonably satisfying, but suffered from a curse I like to call Haven't You Ever Heard of Cuddling?

This curse plagues books good and bad, short and long. It's epidemic amongst romance novels, even some that I love (one ( Read more... )