Loving the bad boy is one of my worst habits. Actually having bad habits is one my worst habits. Bad boys are my most joyous guilty pleasure. I won’t sit here and dismiss something I relish. I love them mean, dangerous and dominant. I like a man who can tell me no and mean it. Give me limits and treat me like the kitten I am and I am yours. My men, I like it when they growl and have committed most of the seven deadly sins.
Joanna Wylde seems to know my type because she created Liam Blake. I’m pretty sure he was born of all the good things in life: coffee, chocolate, sex and inari. Liam, I bought you on Amazon and you are mine FOREVER! (insert maniacal laughter here)
Every once in a while I find that I’m taken aback when I wrongly judge a book by it’s cover and find that my assumption, or perhaps presumption, rewards me with a very generous boon. When I read the synopsis of Craving Constellations and compared it with the cover I let my mind do a good amount of cancelling out. I will not allow you to do the same. This novel by Nicole Jacquelyn is phenomenal, but it has nothing to do with how attractive the cover is; it is pure gold inside it’s the wrapper.