This was a Valentines Day reread for me. I wanted some absolutely filthy smut to read on the big day of love. I read pretty much all of Harold Robbins books in my early twenties. I hunted used book shops for them. I was yelled at by my grandma for having a copy of this smut. Which led me into believing she had read it as well,
but This time around I had trouble getting into it. I blame the Internet nothing shocks me any more. Maybe it's also that I ten years older.