Why is it that Sunday burnt me the eff out? I read half of one book, did my emails, read all of another book, did the other Makin’ The Love review, did my homework for my Mysticism and Psychology class, made my schedule for the week and it’s 8pm and crap in a hat. I’m exhausted. And I want a foot rub!
I found this Untamed Hunger on Amazon when I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with my husband and randomly inputting different things in the search fields. This popped up with “Sci-Fi Mating Romance“. I bought it because it had a naked man on the front and it was a book about kittens. I’m a simple woman. I know what I like.
I somehow managed to over ARC my Ellora’s Cave book requests. I requested a book, Widow’s Walk by Genevieve Ash, which then missed getting transferred to my Kindle and I’m behind a book. So I’m going to have to fix this before Haunting Blackie by Laurann Dohner comes out and I have erotic book back up. That sounds like some sort of unpleasant, icky medical condition, it’s something I really need to take care of.
Wow.
I have to say that again.
Wow.
I’ve reviewed enough Laurann Dohner books to have established my fangirl status and I’ve waxed poetic about New Species Series often enough to show my bias to it as well. When Laura from Ellora’s Cave emailed me the synopsis for this book as an ARC that was available for review I sent her a reply that said, “Please! Please! Please!” I might have fallen in love with her a little when she sent me the book. ~Yes, I am one of those women who love you for what you can give me and not for who you are. =P
I didn’t think there was any real estate left in my heart for another book boyfriend but I was wrong. It is getting a bit crowded in there but Runes by Ednah Walters has pretty much smacked me upside the noggin’ and left palpitations in my chest upon introduction with Torin St. James. Man, arrogant jackasses. There just aren’t enough of them in YA to appease my hunger.
Augh! Monday. It’s like Sunday night’s bastard sister. I am exhausted and it’s the beginning of the week, my list of things to do is just being made and I already want a break. Cry! Cry! How tough is life!
The book I chose for my Makin’ the Love Monday is something that I actually read a few weeks ago but I loved it and it is deservin’ of the kudos–so here is it’s red ribbon reward and all.
I found this book in my Amazon recommendations and I usually get the weirdest recommendations from Amazon so when I read the synopsis and it sounded good I sort of figured that Amazon must have screwed up and sent me someone else’s book suggestion. Night of the Tiger (This book is free for Kindle at this time) by N.J. Walters is the first book I have read by this author, despite finding she has written more books than the phone book has Smiths, and it was A-mazing. If I had to condense a description of what the beginning of this book is like I would say–imagine Dante’s Inferno, a hodgepodge of Bosch art, the TV show Carnivale, and Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter Series–put them all together, stir them up, shake that upside down, now add a little kitten tail and some mythologically screwed up comics and you get the world as it’s known to Aimee and Roric.
Why is it that Sunday burnt me the eff out? I read half of one book, did my emails, read all of another book, did the other Makin’ The Love review, did my homework for my Mysticism and Psychology class, made my schedule for the week and it’s 8pm and crap in a hat. I’m exhausted. And I want a foot rub!
