Bang her to mash
“Pleasure for Pleasure” by Eloisa James
I like my romance novels simple. They could have the most convoluted, pretzel bending plots ever, but they have to primarily be about the hero and heroine. Sure, you could throw in the couple’s best friends/ siblings/ neighbours/ cousins 4 times removed/ dogs as secondary characters just to show me the wide world of prequel/sequel/trilogical love that awaits me and tempt me into buying the author’s entire back series thereby contributing to her fund to buy her dream home in Aruba. But I just really want to read about the hero and heroine. I’m simple that way. Which is why sometimes, I find that I can’t really get into Eloisa James’ books.
“Potent Pleasures” by Eloisa James