Yep. This here was my first romance. How I recovered is beyond me. It was probably Judith McNaught’s Double Standards. That whole captive series is freaking crazy.
“I tried to find one thing I liked about this book, and I decided the font they printed it in was okay.” As someone who does graphics production, I was THIS CLOSE to not having a reason to read this…
MAGIC. My decades long avoidance of Fern Michaels feels justified. This jibes with my Fern Michaels experience, which was one book I read years ago but forgot the title. Here’s what I remember: Heroine showing close female friend/relative how to…
