I do love the incorrigible young ladies who fail good manners. A young chit who steals into a library to nick a naughty diary of a courtesan? I’m sold! Miss Anne Middleton is not only my sort of woman, she is what I would hope my own daughters would aspire to be–well, were they not cats. Bunny is quite old fashion, she however would be a prudent feline and a wallkitten, never would she dally with anyone, nor steal a raunchy text or exchange titillating messages with an Earl–she would be a homekitten and I would have her with me into my dotage. Continue Reading
Feeling Peckish – The Wager by Lily Maxton
Did you hear that strange noise that shattered the skies last Monday? It was a strange combination between a squee, yip, OMG and ayeee! I didn’t mean to broadcast globally but I finished All For This and the conclusion of my reading journey combined with the knowledge that I would no longer be buying cases of TUMS for the anxiety regarding Hannah’s fickle heart was enough to celebrate.
I have a thing about censoring myself–I don’t do it. I feel like it’s a self shaming and I should allow my inner dork out and allow it to go crazy. I made the “frame” for this yesterday and The first thing that came to when I sat down to write this review was, I’m bringing sexy back. Well, I didn’t really think that was where this was where it would go when I read the book but it’s a damn good theme for this book by Elle Kennedy. 
I picked this book up because it was in my Goodreads recommendations. I retain that fascination I’ve had since I was twelve for love affairs between Jane Doe and Famous Rocker/Actor/Model/PIRATE–And yes, whenever you encounter the word PIRATE, it must be spelled in all caps and said with a bit of a guttural growl and a look of grim constipation.
I like authors that think outside of the sack. It’s so typical to do a series where there are a bunch of friends: Chandler, Joey, Ross, and they know these girls: Monica, Phoebe and Rachel, add romance and drama, toil and trouble… You have your players and only ONE dramatic, meaninglessly, meaningful thing can happen at a time. Reality doesn’t happen that way, but apparently fiction generally can’t multi-task. Romance series do one of two things that burn my panties: people fall in love in quick succession like they are domino pairings or for some reason unknown to me, incest via association begins to happen and everyone who enters the circle of friends is quickly paired off to someone just waiting to prove they will never fall in love; Method Story Writing 101.