“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.
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
I’m very happy to have recruited a fellow Goodreads reviewer to my kittenside. I spent about ten minutes searching for someone whose reviews really got my attention and then once I found her I spent twenty reading what she was reviewing, what novels were in her TBRs, and bio. I knew Simona was perfect and wouldn’t need to be guided by me to find a place in writing an analysis and critique because this girl knows her mind and has the chops. She has confidence which I rank up there with Bunny and coffee in importance as far as my world is concerned. When I wrote her about co-blogging with me she didn’t worry about what I was asking to do; Simona only asked that I help her get used to doing things as I’ve set them up, locating places to get ARCs, and setting up blog tours. She is the human equivalent of pancakes, and kittens!
It is with every happiness that I give you, Ms. Simona Furnari!
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