BEWARE THIS POST CONTAINS CURSING AND LOTS OF RUDE PHRASES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!Description:
Love is always just around the corner in a Jill Mansell novel - with a few surprises and a lot of humour on the way to happiness When Tessa Duvall, a struggling artist, reluctantly agreed to accompany her best friend Holly to a party at the elegant Charrington Grange Hotel, she had every intention of sneaking off early. For parties full of strangers bored the knickers off Tessa and this one proved to be no exception - until she encountered Ross Monahan, whose wicked reputation was as high profile as the hotel he owned and ran with such panache. But whilst Holly set about ensnaring his reluctant brother Max, Tessa simply accepted Ross for what he was, a sensational one-night stand...until she realised, weeks later, that one-night stands can have far-reaching consequences...
REVIEW: Ok, this has not a damn thing to do with Autumn, Halloween, nothing. But this book is so bad it's scary. Like typing in bold scary. In the immortal words of Jon Stweart, "There's gotta be some chocolate sauce in this shit sandwich somewhere" alas there was not. I have not read anything so chauvinistic and disgusting. Tessa and Holly, Max and Ross all the characters really, well except for the baby, should have been loaded on a plane and then crashed somewhere in the ocean. That would have been good, because the story would have ended, abruptly, instead of being dragged out. This story should have been entitled "Philanders and The Women who Shamelessly and Desperately Cling to Them Because They Have NO Selfesteem and Would Thus Like to Be With a Man Who Would Stick His Phallus in Anything with a Hole, Especially While his "True Love, Tessa" is Giving Birth to His Child." Long title, I know yet appropriate. Mansell take infidelity to a new level, I mean Ross screwed everybody, except his brother, Max, while claiming to want a marriage to Tessa, even going so far to claim she was a slut for having a platonic male friend stay with her. All because he recognized he was like him, ie, not able to keep his dick in his pants. The only thing I can be happy about is that Ross wasn't bisexual or incestuous, or maybe if he had screwed his brother I would have seen the publisher warning and never read this book. The only likable character in this book is the only one without a HEA. I am damned pissed that this was an ebook. In these tough economic times the paperback would have been useful for toilet paper. As for the supposed wit in this book, I've seen more at funerals. I think if I read more British books like this one, then I could see why the French hate the British.
Got to be one of the worst books I have ever read. So bad I am not even giving you a link to buy it. Consider this my community service/charitable gift, in warning you away. Bring in Halloween, you only wish you ate a bag of razor blade embedded candy bars, instead of reading this garbage.
