I have been trying very hard to overcome the habit of making quick judgements that my mother instilled in me as a child for sometime. Still, I find they bite me on the patootie and I often have times when I read that I get an impression and think I’ve figured out everything on that first thought and think I can stop there. It takes me a nudge to remember all the times I have made the promise that I wouldn’t be like my mom in quick painting all things black and white before I pull my big girl pants on and step beyond my bull crap. This is how I learned Lost In Me was not The Vow.
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.
Erika Almond is one of the authors who volunteered to take part in my Making Love 101 feature. She sent me her Steamy Love Scenes series to review as basis for my interview. The Steamy Love Scenes books are three novellas that take place over the course of week following the love affair of Josie and Miles and Josie’s interfering ex-boyfriend and charmingly immoral best pal Riley, who really has a history of following his weiner all over town. For the sake of my interview and review I’m going to look at this series together as a whole while focusing on parts of each book’s individual story. Continue Reading
Erika Almond is the author of the novella series Steamy Love Scenes. She kindly volunteered to be one of the Making Love 101 authors to share her experiences and thoughts on how she creates love when she writes. Thanks Erika!
This rom-com novel is written by this Weekly Indie Word Slinger–CeCe Osgood. The Divorced Not Dead Workshop is a humorous and insightful look at the weary world of the divorced yet hopeful heart. Considering that 50% of marriages in America end in the marriage crapper this book is not only relevant but more than likely easily relatable for many. If only more of us were inspired by alcohol to have ideas for workshops to de-suckify men instead of keying their cars and slinging eggs at their houses. I guess this is what separate the women from the girls doing community service–of course I’ve never hid from an ex under a table at the market, Ms. Bing.
Ahhh weekends. They are like chocolate but less fattening. They are like the movie Grease but without the singing. Well, who am I to say that? Perhaps John Travolta serenades you all weekend long. If he doesn’t, maybe he should. Let me start this out right… Just. For. You.
Close your eyes (But keep them open). Imagine Danny Zuko’s voice (But really it would be me singing to you and I sing best when I sing in Korean). Ahem…
~~Why, this book could be systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic, why, it could be greased lightning!~~
Here is a nice little Weekend Pick Me Up. This is a title I got from NetGalley and even though it was one of those Harlequin lines that fall outside of the one I claim to adore the most (Harlequin Kiss) this book was not a crazy premise so I will not cry in my soup.
Here we are with one of the original three no’s, a cowboy book, and it was not anything that ruined my world. Christmas books are something that I still will make a fire with–well not if it means setting my Kindle on fire, but I may buy them at the Salvation Army to save other people from having to read them with the sole purpose of toasting marshmallows.
I won’t go into my normal Lizzy for President speech. If you aren’t going to vote for her by now that is too bad. I’ve been hard at work on my poop bomb gift bags for all those who fail me so we will just go forth with the knowledge that to the victors go the spoilers… and all the rest of you get a whole lot of poop in a bag.
I think I read this book in about three and half hours because I have an actual mental setting called, “Lizzy Land” and once I enter that setting nothing else registers. I’m not even sure if I blink or breathe. It might be a tantric or zen thing, all I know is once I reach Lizzyspace the real world drops away and for the length of the book I am inside the story. This one was an awesome one to witness, don’t be hatin’ but I saw a couple former angels and a kinda sexy lethal satanist. Eat your heart out. I know you’re jelly!
The weekend is here and it is officially autumn is SoCal. ~Well, my husband failed to close the sliding glass door last night and it is a nippy 61F degrees in the apartment currently. Despite my fleece and my blanket and my tea and my hawt guy Kpop videos, I’m still pretty cold. Ree-Ree, one of my kitties is not fazed in the least though and she is curled up in the sun baking as if it were any other day and sun cures all. And hell, it might in kitty world.
This weekend’s date with my husband is an arts and crafts fair in Del Mar. I know I just emasculated him, but he will live through it. He really comes to carry the credit card and bags. I’m going to get a jump on Christmas gifts. I’d really like to be done Christmas shopping this year no later than Thanksgiving. The best laid plans and all.
My Weekend Pick Me Up is an older book that I must re-read about once every two months. I really just adore the hero from it because he is a completely charming and unrepentant rake. Scoundrel by Zoe Archer is the second of her steampunk series the Blades of the Rose series and in my opinion it is also the best of the series, with Rebel being a very close second.
Yesterday was my 40th Birthday. I have reached my 4th decade. If this was my wedding anniversary it would be my ruby year. Since it is only my birthday year I will be open to accepting sapphires. No need to be greedy.
For my big year I woke up with a killer headache on a day that just so happened to be one where I was going to see my neurologist about my migraines. Received a birthday gift of a shot of Toradol to kick it’s ass and then bought myself a Thai massage before coming home and spending the day with my husband watching Netflix and playing World of Warcraft. We had actually had bigger plans but crappy weather in SoCal is unusual and when it happens it sort of stops things in their tracks. It rained all yesterday and we nested.
This weekend we are having a “brown out” where we aren’t using any electronic equipment and are spending the weekend doing things together. We have paperback copies of The Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card to read when we aren’t out of the house going to the zoo and having my birthday dinner. We haven’t really had a weekend like this since we were in college. This all being the case… I have to do my Weekend Pick Me Up early since David is taking tomorrow off to start our our vacation early. I’ll whip this out now so you can start yours early too!
This weeks recommendation is a romantic suspense by Ella James called Selling Scarlett. I found this book on Amazon on a search for free Amazon books. It is the first in her new Love Inc. series about a seedy underworld pleasure brothel in the Nevada desert that caters to the affluently jaded and infamously bored.