Book review: The Hot Ladies Murder Club by Ann Major


Picture this: women in their thirties who are meant to be classy but like to be called “hot lady” by bikers; ex supermodel being stalked by sexually deviant knighted charity fiend; floppy haired lawyer with a yacht and a hard exterior hiding a broken heart; and some murderous intentions played out in about four seconds to wrap it up when the author got bored. But that’s not all. Ever wondered what kind of undies your heroine wears, and been dissatisfied when other books just don’t provide this vital info? Look no further, and check out just a few of these little gems:

“Removing her gold earrings, she punched the button on the machine to retrieve her phone messages. Then she stripped down to her leopard print uplift bra and matching leopard print thong panties.”

“Her dress was so damp, it clung. Was that a leopard print uplift bra she was wearing underneath it?”

“‘Tuesday’ Hannah whispered, stepping into a pair of bikini, zebra print panties.”

Rating: 3 of 10

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