Dir-tay, dir-tay, this book was dir-tay!
Finally a woman who expresses her appreciation for a nice manly ass!
Yes, because Kaci couldn’t seem to be able to shut up about the Evader’s butt and I could virtually see a toned and firm ass before my inner eye the whole time I was reading Dirty Ties… needless to say that I liked what I saw, because it was my idea of the perfect ass and I only allow things I like to invade my fantasy-pervy-time.
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“You shan’t judge a book by its cover”.
You hear that a lot – not necessarily in Bible-speech or in a way that makes use of archaic yet elegant “shan’t” – but this is a sentence that everybody has heard at least once in their life.
Wether it’s applied to people or to actual books, I’ve often found this to be very true.
Some books are like those carnivore plants in the jungle: beautiful to look at, lethal when you get near them.
I tend to get in reading rut, like my choice in foods–I find something tasty and it’s all I eat for the next month. With reading I will be taken with a topic and read nothing but that for a while: YA, Science Fiction, stepbrothers, motorcycle clubs, Classics, shifters, urban fantasy, ménage, vintage romances… Then I will read something off the menu and it will blow me the eff away. Since I buy a lot of books (upward of 150-200/month) I sometimes flip through my e-reader and select a book by cover not knowing what in hell I’m getting into because Kindle doesn’t show me blurbs, and I’m stuck just pants-ing my novel choice. Some are winners, some are losers–this was a blue ribbon selection, and how I came to read Xaman. (And I don’t regret my cover loving in the least because the book was amazekitties.) Continue Reading
Perhaps it is a throwback to my youth, but I love the books where the plot is brother/sister and best friend or rivals to lovers. I like the heart twistin’, which is strange because I avoid drama in my own life. Perhaps I’m one of those people who loves romance train wrecks. Actually there is no perhaps about it. I enjoy watching love disasters.
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This book came to my via a review request by A.J. Tipton. I’m unsure which part of the A & J sent me the request but they lured me by using my love of Lizzy Ford novels. Because the Her Elemental Viking series does fall under the same genre I overcame my commitment not to take on anymore book review requests. I mean, dude, it’s paranormal vikings for Bunny’s sakes! Who could turn their cheek to sexy, supernatural vikings; I’m not made of that stuff even if that strong person does exists. Continue Reading
Sorry people, I need a minute. To squeal and reel and make a cartwheel or two I wouldn’t normally be capable of performing. I just feel like euphorically shaking my butt to the awesomeness that is Color me Crazy with as much enthusiasm as I apply when I hear “Uptown Funk” on the radio. What do you want from me? It has groove! Although I am pretty sure Julian would prefer that my ass be shaken to a more rocking tune such as my beloved Led Zeppelin or Def Leppard and I would be happy to oblige…
Insert huge sigh. I usually fail to read the last book in series because I just don’t want to know the answer to all my what-ifs. What if my favorite character dies? What if the heroine ends up with the wrong guy? What if the author craps the bed and the last book is completely disappointing? These are questions that NEVER enter my mind when I begin reading a Lexi Ryan series because the books are pure effing torture on cliffhangers. I end each part of her series with painful, crippling curiosity as to what the hell happens next. The other questions don’t even apply because sometimes I want the main character in her books to die. I want her to end up with the wrong guy. There is no crap left in the last book of her stories because she ties up the strings of storylines and the strings of my heart with the WTF? happiness moment in the reveal. How an author could get anything to float out of the miasma is Lexi’s gift to me… I mean her readers. And me. I know she writes each book just for me. Continue Reading
The Sassy Mates books fell into my lap when I began doing what I am happily calling Amazon Book Crawls. Social people have bar crawls and do foolish things with WTF consequences that they often need to explain to family, friends, and/or the police, for a while I feared my book crawls would land me in Debit Card jail with my guy, but he responded with the nicest pass which was, “I will never begrudge you books”. My habit is to pick a topic, plug it into an Amazon search, in this case it was ‘Shifter Mates’, and then I just flipped through the pages buying whatever looked interesting.
Now… I should tell you that I buy, EVERY MONTH, between 100 – 300 books. Yep, I do. And that thing everyone cries about when reviewing ARCs on how Amazon takes down their reviews NEVER HAPPENS to me. Why would they ever want to piss me off? I’m a cash cow. Will I ever in my lifetime read those books? NO! But as time has passed and I have met more authors and they have been for the most part, Indie Authors, I just buy to support them now. I consider it paying it forward.
When I first read Scent of a Mate… I began buying all Milly’s shifter books. I was in lurve! She has a way with furry men and sexy sex that makes my Kindle feel like I’m doing a workout. I dunno if it’s the panting, the flushing of my skin or the hot flashes but her stories make me feel like I need an energy drink afterward.
This book was the VERY first Lizzy Ford book I ever read and I read it again because of her releasing the trilogy. Yeah, I did plan to review this at some point anyway. Yeah, my head was going a little cray-cray that all the goodness would be in one place. Yes, I may have jumped the gun and read it again before the trilogy was out–but because I have this odd compulsion to spend like money has no meaning where books and author supporting are concerned–I am/have purchased the Kindle version and am footing the bill for my own signed copy and some of these Rhyn Trilogy Baby giveaway copies. Lizzy is actually going to graciously donate one of the copies! I’m really excited about that too! I don’t know why I’m as excited about it as I am. I could actually tinkle myself, and it’s not like I’m winning it, but it might as well be like I have for how excited I am for her donating it! ZOMG! LIZZY FORD!!!
The Giveaway is in the middle of the page. Hey! Read the review first or I will send a gnome to poop on your doorstep.
It’s strange… Mike Haddican was a bit of an interloper for me in Heavy Issues and I had that weird meh feeling for him that you do for your brother’s friend that drives you nuts. I didn’t know if I liked him and I really had no clue he was getting a book. I think I may have been blinded by Max because he makes me melt and there is a desperately sad chance that all characters other than him paled or meh’ed in his stead. Continue Reading