"The plot could have been straight from any modern romantic comedy -- girl obsessed with hot bad boy, girl gets her chance with guy and finds out he's a total D-bag, girl’s equally hot, sweet best guy friend swoops in for the rescue and they live happily ever after. Even though it's a common theme, I (and judging by the amount of rom-coms produced every year, a LOT of other people) fall for it every time, so it didn't lessen my reading enjoyment any."
There's something about waiting for that first review. Checking every hour or so, scaring myself wondering if nobody's going to like it, that little stab of disappointment each time when there's still nothing posted… and then finally the first review arrives and I'm almost afraid to read it. IT'S FOUR STARS! I'M HAPPY!!!!!!
Probably TMI, right? Does anybody else have that sort of fit while awaiting that magical first? Thanks for the read, Inked in the Bayou!
And thanks to you, the reader, for stopping by. Cheers,