Valent is an archer for Clan McLeod, who’s grown up as an orphan, raised by an old man in a cottage in the forest. He’s a little stuffy if you asked me so I sent a proxy to translate questions for me. I am a little forward with blue hair, tattoos, sexual revolution–yeah I’m still going through that–I knew none of that would work with Valent who is from Medieval times. The only thing he and I have in common is that we both grew up in a place where it’s okay to pop a squat wherever you need to to relieve yourself; I’m real backwoods. I grew up rural–cray cray rural. Squeal like a pig! Continue Reading
This is one Tino that has me completely intrigued. Excuse me, Mr. Boehner, but I might find myself all over your story, and I don’t have the time for reading right now so you are going to have arrange a jointly satisfying quickie with me, wiseguy. This happens when I get sassy mouth from devil-may-care characters who think they can put their lips where their good lovin’s is. Men! I tell you; you can’t shame them, they just try harder. Please, Valentino, be charming only during times that are economically convenient for me in the future.
Girls, this one is going to be trouble.
Kirsten Osbourne took the opportunity to answer this Valentine’s Questionnaire in a way that would best suit her Valentino! She put her man on the spot in a head to head with a sassy reporter who doesn’t let go until she gets all the dirt. Ms. Josie Smith did my job and better than me but Tino Hayes still got the last word!
Back in November I got a surprising email that served to inflate an almost impossibly large bloggerly ego. I used to get a plethora of email requesting me to read this, do that, post info, kiss babies and enlarge my penis. Often I had blog tour instructions telling me to: put my right arm straight in front of me with my palm down, bring my left arm straight out in front of me, also with my palm down. Flip my right hand over. Flip my left hand over. Touch my left shoulder with my right hand. Touch my right shoulder with my left hand. Slide my hands up under my hair and over my head. Put my right hand on my left hip. That should be followed by my left hand to my right hip. Then put my hand on my big booty… yeah, I’m sure some of you can see that some tours felt like I was doing la Macarena.
So when I got this email and it said all these really freaking nice things that I say to myself everyday–both when I first wake up and then before I go to bed–I was completely blown away that someone outside of my psychosis liked my blog as much as me and my mom did! Let’s play Ms. Ali Cat’ show and tell!
Did you feel that or was I the only one who had that special tingle in my pants? Yeah, Lizzy is sorta like the JJ Abrams of books for me. She isn’t someone who I gravitate to on the basis of heart-attack-humor but she blows me the eff away with every freakin book on the side of supa-natural and paranorms. She’s got it and I get it. Once I read it, I get a tingle. Sometimes it makes me pee because it is so freakaliciously amazekittens! Other times its the deal where her men make me get excited and it’s a different wetness and tingle altogether. I’m still fanning myself over Rhyn and waving my Team Decker flag. Please don’t ask me what the hell I’m doing licking my paper doll of Nathan or petting my screensaver of Chace. I am pleading the fifth on all accounts. This is also where I’d like to make a plea for sexy men with red necklaces to come bite me. Please, Xander, come nibble me! Continue Reading
Saying No to More
by Rebecca Brooks
It’s true, I could give more. There are 24 whole hours in a day so I could probably spend more time writing and less time queuing up Buffy reruns. I could make decisions about what to cook for dinner based on criteria other than what’s easiest and be more available my friends and visit my family more often and honestly did I really give 100% in that last workout? Of course not—that would be hard!
But you know what? I get up and I write and I let myself rest when I need it and I manage to get myself fed every day (every single one!) and I haven’t burned anything down (yet) so pardon me while I pat myself on the back. I spend time with folks when I’m able and want to and some days I kick ass and some days I seriously don’t but you know what? Who cares. Continue Reading
Title: Stolen (A Rebirth Prequel)
Author: Becca Vincenza
Release Date: Winter 2014
Genre: Adult Paranormal
Warnings: Language, sexual content, abuse and violence
Formats: eBook & paperback
Do I need to introduce Logan Kade? I mean it’s Logan-FREAKING-Kade! He’s the funnier and in my opinion, the yummier brother! RAOW! Mr. Kade, which part of your body is missing my tongue the most? #KadeBabe
I feel sad when I have to write a review that isn’t more positive. I’m very much a look at the good stuff type of person, not so much the lets talk about this book I have a laundry list of complaints about. If you follow my blog you will notice that my reviews tend to only be favorable, it’s not because I like everything, I just don’t post the books I don’t like very often. Or if I feel my review has a lot of constructive criticism I will toss it out there. This review is one I’m ripping the Band-Aid off with because this is a NetGalley novel and if I don’t do this review now I will sit on it forever because I won’t want to put out the sad vibes. But there is a butt ton of constructive criticism in here so I’m calling this review a healing dealing. London–I have love for ya, girl, this isn’t coming from a bad place, I am a rainbow and not a painbow. Continue Reading