I have a couple of work friends, and we’re always joking about inappropriate things. As it should be at work. We saw the cover somewhere online and thought, surely this will be pure comedy. That cover, right?! That title. This has the potential to be awesome. (The only thing missing is a horse running in the background – and why is she wearing rolled up jeans and carrying a purse with car keys dangling off the strap when this is supposed to take place like a couple hundred years ago?)
Unfortunately, it was horrible. The problem, in my view, is the lack of any humor. It was so serious. How can you write a serious story about Colonel Sanders?! Where were all the biscuits and chicken puns?!
You have the well-bred spinster who is a member of the ton, even though she never feels like she belongs. Harland was a sailor. I admit, I skimmed it because… it just wasn’t any finger-lickin’ good.
To call their affair passionate was an understatement. Sometimes it seemed as though the two of them had been made to love each other, and they tried to do so at every given opportunity.
Their eyes would meet the instant he walked into the tavern, as if they could feel each other. In that instant, a spark would light and quickly grow into a raging inferno deep within them.
They were so consumed that it took every ounce of their restraint not to give into the fire right then and there. The flames would continue to rage throughout the night until the fire was too much, and at last they could let it engulf them.
THOSE WERE THE STEAMY PARTS.
I didn’t expect smut because, it’s KFC and all. But, wow. I would almost call this a rated-G romance. If that is even possible.
They should have thrown caution to the wind and had him butter her biscuits and then drizzle his gravy all over her meaty thighs.
I could have done it better.