Reading the Bricks

Eeehhhhhh. Less revolting than a lot of other romance novels. Mental floss and candy coating. This would have been better if it were 100 pages shorter, if the heroes eyes had stayed the same color, and if the copy editor hadn't gotten sucked in - as it were - to the lemony bits and had managed to cull the repetition of descriptors. Stocking stocking deep stroke (in a kiss? Is it just me or is that strange?) steel. No mention of the word "lave," for which I am grateful. Also, I liked the last few paragraphs.