Here's a trifecta for ya: In "Sugar and Ice" by Aven Ellis, "After a breakup, recipe tester Josephine decides to focus her attention on baking — until hockey player Cade comes to her rescue during an oven emergency. Can she have her cake and eat it too in this delicious rom-com?" Is there any fucking doubt? Or does the blurb writer think all readers are imbeciles? And do we need yet another maiden in distress being rescued from a fiery dragon by St George...er a hockey player? No. Just no!
ANDIn "Faite Falling Series: Books 1–3" by Mary E Twomey, "When the charm that was concealing her identity falls away, Rosie is thrust into an unfamiliar world of magic. To escape the evil queen, she teams up with Bastien — but he has his own agenda." Of course he does. He wants in her pants. But they won't fit! LOL! How is this story really any different from the mystery story above? Answer: It isn't! They're the same fucking story. Yawn.
ANDIn "Considering Kate" by Nora Roberts"Kate follows her dream of turning a dilapidated old building into her own business — only to forge a surprising connection with the contractor she hires, a single dad named Brody" That surprises no one but the book blurb writer. How is this any different from either of the two above? it isn't. Tedious, cookie-cutter clone horseshit. Yawn.
