Jill Hughes

Reviewed by Jen
Book provided by the author for review
Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

Hot sex, interesting characters, unique plot. I found it to be a pretty quick read and engaging enough for me to not want to put it down until I was done. My only issue with the book is that it’s marketed as an erotic romance. It’s definitely erotic, but I felt the romance part was a little lacking. Miranda and her stranger, Max, meet in the first chapter and by the end of the 250 pages they’re in love. They have obstacles aplenty to overcome as they get to that point… but I never really felt that “ah-ha, we’re in love” moment in the story, which is what really makes or breaks a book for me. But if you look past the romance aspect, Jamaica Layne as a pretty solid story in Market for Love.… (más)

This is probably the most ridiculous book I have read in, well, ever. It read almost like a spoof, a parody of popular time travel erotic romance, but I have a sinking feeling the author was utterly serious.

Louise Jackson is having a birthday dinner at a medieval themed place. Only in this place, people are so into things that there is flying meat (whole roasted chickens and pigs) flying through the air, as well as flying, flinging, smelly manure.(HUH? Yeah, exactly) So Louise decides to duck into the restroom, and then head home. After all, her best friend is smashed and groping the jester, she'll never be missed.

The line to the ladies room is long, so she ducks into the men's room. Her first thought is "eew that stench is horrid". Her second thought is "hey that guy standing there at the urinal waving his "codpiece"(author's word, not mine) at me is totally hot, I have to have the sex, now!" He speaks poetically, draws her into a stall, and they step out into a medieval castle. And Louise's first thought is "huh", and her second thought is "can I have the sex now?"

The descriptions of the sexual acrobatics read like a man's wet dream, with banging of the inner walls, flipping and spinning and mulitple "o's". Only after the multiple o's does the "heroine" discover that this man has been traveling throughout the centuries, bringing back women to work in his "Hall of Harlots", and Louisa will have to work hard to stand out from the hundreds of other harlots already in residence.

Now we go to "I've only ever been with two losers from Jersey" to a sexual dominatrix, all in about two hours time. She uses her campfire girls knowledge to build her a BDSM dungeon, complete with a life sized cross to tie her subjects to, and a cat o' nine tails with NAILS tied to the tips. Nails that never draw blood. And not only is she suddenly an expert Domme, but all the men in the castle have just been waiting for a woman to come along and, not just dominate, but beat the heck out of them from head to toe!

What follows is lots of really bad sex, with really bad descriptions (ladysoftness??), a little bit of plotting, an escape, followed by more really bad sex. And that's the whole sad story.… (más)

They say if you can't say nothing nice....no, I can't do it. This was HORRIBLE. From the nurse who goes from hating the new surgeon on sight to fucking him in the elevator in about 60 seconds flat, to the other nurse who was so jealous because SHE wasn't fucking the new surgeon that she decides to go out and....become a huge slut, fucking any other guy that moved, including going to a college FRAT house and banging a bunch of frat guys who didn't blink at finding a 30something strange woman showing up wanting to get fucked.

Ugh, just no, pass this one unless you're really looking for something bad to snark at, or unless you're an author and you want to give yourself an ego boost, cause really, who writes stuff this stupid?

Also, writing this reminded me I need to re-create my "is this author fucking with us" shelf.… (más)