I can’t remember the most recent time I closed a book with a satisfied sigh. You know the kind of story, the ones that leave you wanting more and won’t let you concentrate on any other book for days because you are still thinking/dreaming about it?
I believe the last book I read that left me with that blissful I-want-more feeling was either
Bet Me or
Welcome to Temptation both by
Jennifer Crusie. I honestly can’t recall exactly when this was, but suffice it to say it was definitely over 3 years ago. Or maybe it was
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix? That might actually be more accurate but it’s unfair to compare
HP with anything else so we’ll leave
J.K. Rowling aside for this post.
I don’t know why I find it was easier to come across good reads before. Or perhaps it was just because the romance genre was new to me so I had a pile of fabulous must-read books to get through? I recall when I first read
Paradise and
Almost Heaven; I couldn’t believe how wonderful
Judith McNaught was and how much she made me care for her characters and story line. Same thing with my first
Susan Elizabeth Phillips read,
Lady Be Good; not only did I fall head-over-heels in love with Emma and Kenny but I laughed so much at their antics my tummy ached.
It’s sad to say that none of these authors’ latest books have done anything for me. The only writer I can count on always delivering is
Marian Keyes. Yes,
Sushi for Beginners and
The Other Side of the Story weren’t up to her usual standards but, hot-damn, even those are great. I’m saving myself for
This Charming Man, her newest, like a virgin in a regency novel LOL. I really, really want to read it but at the same time can’t bring myself to because what awaits for me after that?
I’m in a sad state of affairs where romance novels are concerned. I need, more than ever, book recommendations. And not just plain old good. I want have-me-sitting-at-the-edge-of-my-sit-leaves-you-with-a-hangover good!
Labels: bibliophile’s affair, contemporary por amor, dame judith mcnaught, for the love of rakes and rogues, harry potter nutter
It’s almost 6 p.m. and I have not started working yet.
I just finished reading
Sugar Daddy by
Lisa Kleypas which I started last night and read straight through for 15 hours. Wow, this book was good!
*SPOILERS AHEAD*
For some reason, my copy of
Sugar Daddy has the epilogue in the beginning (WTF?) and I read it thinking it was part of the story.
I fell in love with Hardy in the first half of the book *sigh* and kept wondering if maybe the weird epilogue in the beginning was from another novel all together because, really, who the hell were Gage and Carrington and where had Hardy gone?
Then, to my delight, Gage steps into the story and I forgot all about, er, that other guy—what was his name again? LOL I so didn’t want Hardy to disrupt things between Gage and Liberty (what kind of stupid name is Liberty, btw?) and I started disliking both the heroine and her childhood love because they were hurting Gage. *grrr* What is wrong with Liberty?!? HELLO! Gage drove a Maybach and owned two private jets—and he loved her, really loved her. I was rather confused by her childish insistence to find out what she felt for Hardy. Huh? Who in their right mind would leave a hot, smart, sexy, arrogant millionaire like Gage for... for... well, for anyone really!
I thought the ending was rushed, but that seems to be a recurring problem in most books I read. Maybe it’s me and not the stories. In any case, I would have liked a more drawn out relationship between Gage and Liberty. Sure, they had tons of hot sex (the limo ride *wink*) but I felt there could have been a lot more to their relationship and how/when they fell in love. Especially as Liberty was still dating/kissing Hardy even while she was dating/sleeping with Gage. Lucky tramp!
Anywho, I find myself not liking Hardy very much now and he’s the hero in the sequel,
Blue-Eyed Devil. He’s a petty traitor; I can’t seem to muster up much sympathy for him contrary to this unhinged Amazonian who would apparently choose him over Gage. Go figure; some people are truly weird.
Days later I am still thinking about this dratted book and I just want to find the heroine and shake her! What was she thinking?? She chose the wrong guy!!!
Right up until the last page I kept hoping something would happen—that the WRONG guy would die, or she would break up with him. Yes, I know the OTHER guy committed a sort of industrial espionage, using an accidental, offhand comment the heroine made, but that sort of thing is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Compare that to the continuous, every day, totally-out-of-hand possessiveness of the WRONG guy. Who do you trust more? Who trusts you more?
The WRONG guy comes right out and says, “Trust, but verify.” That sort of behavior doesn’t go away once you tie the knot—it just gets worse. That kind of man can all too easily turn into the guy that doesn’t let his wife out of the house without an inquisition afterward, makes her account for every mile on the car’s trip-meter, every phone call, every letter, every glance at any male over the age of 16. He’s practically stalking her before they even get married! (VT: OMG LOL, this woman is off-the-rocker!)
I wish I could either rewrite the ending, or wipe this book from my memory. And I DON’T think it should count as romance. Sure she gets the guy in the end, but it’s the WRONG GUY!!! AARRRRGGGHHH!!!!
Labels: contemporary por amor
Last night I started reading Sugar Daddy by Lisa Kleypas. This novel was one of Dance’s recommendations from a previous posts.
I find myself unable to figure out if Dance recommended this book because she really likes me and wanted me to enjoy myself, or because she truly hates me and wants me to get fired for not meeting a deadline I have on Monday. I don’t see how—short of bodily harm—I’ll be putting Sugar Daddy down until I’m finished or not picking up the sequel, Blue-Eyed Devil, the minute I’m done.
I have to admit I never really liked Ms. Kleypas. I did enjoy Devil in Winter, but every other book I’ve read by hers was mediocre at best. You can imagine my surprise—and my delight—to be so enthralled by this read! I’ve realized that the more I read, the more I love every single sentence. I’m even comparing LK to some of my top authors like Marian Keyes! I’m shocked beyond words. How is it possible that the same person who wrote this book is the same person who wrote that horrid romance with the hero who had sex with a prostitute pretending it was the heroine and then stole her (the heroine’s not the prostitute’s) pin (or was it a pair of socks/sunglasses?) and carried it in his pockets for months like a deranged sexual deviant?
Color me both confused and enchanted.
Thanks, Dance. *g*
Labels: contemporary por amor

I’ve been curious about reading
J.D. Robb’s (AKA
Nora Roberts) “In Death” series for some time now. Everyone seems to love it, and really, the odds on going wrong with NR are slim to none; even her “bad” stuff is good LOL.
I hopped on to Amazon to find out the order of the series (I don’t really care much for order but if I can find the books as they go I’ll read them that way; if not I can’t be bothered waiting) and there are
31 FREAKING “IN DEATH” BOOKS!
I need to know if this series is really worth reading—I mean, 31 books?!?!?! That requires major investment on my part. Also, being 100% honest here, what are the chances these stories don’t go to hell after the 3rd book?
Related: Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby

Harlot nagged me forever to write this post after we saw it in a romance bulletin board a couple of months ago. I just remembered about it realizing that the idea of a hero having M/M sex in
Lover Unbound didn’t disturb me as much as it has in the past. Could it be just this one book or am I forever cured? Because I can tell you this is a big NO NO for me. That’s one of the reasons
I loathed Outlander. It has the most disturbing scene I’ve ever read in a romance novel: rape and M/M, really bad combo.
Last year we had a post with our romance no no’s. You know, things that really upset us in books and which we try to stay away from. Now, I want to know which book you’ve read has been the most disturbing to you and why. I want the name of the book and the author because we’re going to trash those books, baby! LOL Well, we don’t have to be that mean, but feel free to trample over any book that caused you to go ICK and kept you from sleeping!
I will not mention Outlander again (but you guys already know how I feel about that aberration called a romance novel!) but will leave you with a review for Stormfire by Christine Monson, which Harlot just luuurves *g*:
Sean Culhane wants to avenge his family and countrymen by kidnapping the daughter of his enemy. Catherine Enderly is kidnapped on her way to school by Liam Culhane. When she arrives at the Culhane’s estate in Ireland, she is immediately beaten (Trollop: brutally) and raped (viciously) by Sean. Soon Catherine is put to work and almost starved to death. Sean soon realizes how beautiful his captive is and decides to make Catherine his mistress (how gallant of him! *snort*). Though at first Sean has to take Catherine by force (rape is what that’s called, btw), he and Catherine soon have an uneasy truce.
Catherine realizes that she can escape by marrying Sean’s brother Liam (what an idiot this woman is). When Sean finds out that Catherine married Liam (who, btw, also rapes her!!!!!), he goes crazy (because he wasn’t before?!?!). Not only does Sean cut off all of Catherines hair (huh?), he rapes her again and gives her to his men (gang bang, anyone?). Eventually, Sean hands over Catherine’s welfare to his mistress who locks Catherine in a cell and starves her. (Huh, again? Or maybe a WTF would be better suited for this part. Oh, and let’s not forget the stillborn fetus she has inside for fucking months!)
When Sean discovers what happened to Catherine he saves her (ohhh, how sweet). Soon, Sean’s hatred for Catherine goads a pregnant Catherine into almost committing suicide (what took her so long? LOL). Realizing what he has done to Catherine, Sean spends years trying to make things up to her. Eventually, they find love but again events come between them. Liam comes back for Catherine and tells her that she and Sean are brother and sister (this is about the part I almost cracked my head open manically hitting myself over and over with the book).
After Liam’s murder, Sean and Catherine sail to France. There, they both must come to terms with their incestuous relationship (UGHH). To save Sean and her baby, Catherine becomes mistress to a French prince and marries a French general in Napoleons’ army (again a mistress?). Sean becomes a solider in the army and after four years returns to Catherine to take their son to America. Fighting their love because they think it is incestuous, they find out that Liam lied about the relationship and live happily ever after.
Labels: contemporary por amor, die outlander die, for the love of rakes and rogues, paranormal oh joy, romance baby

For some time now I’ve had the slight suspicion that Harlot likes to send me books to torture me. True, most are wonderful, but I think she mixes some god-awful ones in there to keep things interesting. *snort*
Last night I finished reading
After the Night by
Linda Howard. Though reading is a lose term in this case as I skipped the first 100 pages or so as they were boring, stupid and non-plot related in the least. In fact, I was able to follow the story even while skipping complete chapters and not miss a single beat.
I could write a book on how bad—and 90s cliché-ish—this novel was but, as always, my beloved Amazonians said it best and more concisely than I ever could:
After the Night is the story of a woman who was called ‘white trash’ as a fourteen year old whilst being thrown brutally out of her house by a young, nasty rich man. Years later she returns to the area where she is continually ridiculed, mocked and abused by the same nasty rich man who is now, of course, a little bit older but still as sexy as ever. This continues while they have raunchy sex until eventually he decides he loves her and all his (numerous) sins are forgiven by the overcome-with-happiness heroine. Are we really supposed to believe they live happily ever after? Um, I wonder...
Gray (I can’t bring myself to call him a hero so I’ll have to call him the male love interest) overstepped the line between alpha and abusive. Instead of being a dream man he was a NIGHTMARE MAN! It seemed as though at every corner he belittled Faith, the poor heroine, who was too scared and used to being treated badly to realize what a creep he was.
Now, as good as the bad reviews are, I cannot believe so many people gave this book 5 stars. Hello?! Anyone notice the verbally abusive hero that spend at least a quarter of the book manhandling the heroine, the sister that was having sex with her father’s best friend who was in love with her mother and who she pretended was her father while they got it on, and the oh-my-fuck-how-stupid-can-you-get heroine? Still, after finishing the book, I don’t get why the hell she decided to go back to that godforsaken town. Her reasons were beyond idiotic and wouldn’t make sense to anyone with a half a brain. Even the sex was horrid; the hero got hard-ons looking at the 14-year-old heroine in a nightgown (he was 22!) and kept talking about riding her. Huh? WTF? Is she a female, a mare or perhaps a donkey? I’m leaning towards the latter one as she was exceptionally dense.
My favorite scene in the book—out of many—was when the shirtless “hero” comes out of the woods riding a horse with no saddle and tells her that if he sees her in his property again he’ll give her the fucking she deserves. LOL
Related: Labels: bitchy mcrant, contemporary por amor
The main reason I read romance novels is the fantasy, and I don’t know about you guys, but crippled men who cheat and were raped as children are never part of
my fantasies.
I hate romance novels with imperfect characters. Any mention of
body parts that are missing, horribly disfigured or not working properly and odds are I’ll put the book down right away or take an immense dislike to it on the spot. Harlot says I’m a hero snob—and maybe I am—but what exactly is attractive about a poor, down on his luck guy who’s left eye is missing and has a wooden leg? Call me shallow if you want—and I know most will—but heroes on that side of “real” totally ruin the romance for me.
This is one of the only things Harlot and I
bitch slap each other silly over cordially disagree on (that and
Shunra cheaters). All her favorite books—which she has not only recommended but also bought and shipped to me—have hideously maimed guys. That, or they are poor—and honestly, I don’t know which is worse!
That man from
Gaelen Foley’s
Princess, for example, was raped by a priest or something equally nefarious when he was a wee lad. Hated the book.
The other one (what was that book again, Harlot?)
with the hero that was trying to capture a thief and was in love with a “lady” who then ended up being the thief LOL. He had a badly crippled hand. Now, there was a scene (or two?) in which he masturbates. UGHHH! I had nightmares for days about his wrinkled crippled fingers groping his penis. Something right out of
Tales from the Crypt!
And today, what can I tell you? I started reading the “Crazy” series by
Tara Janzen and what do I find as I begin
Crazy Hot? A hero that limps and has some sort of shoulder problem. Please shoot me now or be kind enough to tell me this is a temporary condition and I won’t have to hobble my poor self through this book.
And I had such high hopes for this series. *sniff*
Related: Labels: bitchy mcrant, contemporary por amor, for the love of rakes and rogues, romance baby

I was reading the comments in my
letter to the insensitive warts who have defiled *grrr* the sacred name of my one and only uber true love, and I thought, hey, we should have a little survey! :D
Huh? Of course not to gather names of other gits I should run through with my trusted pitchfork, sheesh... but to ask you, luvlee TBB readers, who you think is the HOTTEST, YUMMILICIOUS, SWOONSOME hero you’ve ever yearned to clasp to your heaving bosoms. Aye, the hero soooo fuckable you can’t help but be tempted to rip your corset and pounce on his tight breeches like a starved Cookie Monster attacking girl scout cookies.
I’ll go first. (But you know about him already. :P) I have a list of “to die for” heroes (Alexander Barrington, Phin Tucker, Edward Cullen...) and other honorable mentions—but even if I’m dead drunk out of my wits and couldn’t even talk, I would do my bestest to sign language using my FEET just to let the world know Matt Farrell is MY man. Oh, my love, my darling... I hunger for your touch... He is IT for me. I do, Matt—I doooooooo!!! The father of my imaginary children, the husband of my dreams, the passionate lover who has given me Paradise... *sniffles* Oh, MAAATTHEEEEWWWWW!!!!!
Er, *ahem* where were we? Oh. Right. So what about you? *g* BTW, if you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the top 10 literary crumpets list from the Telegraph. Dunno, might help you heathens decide. :/ (I know this was from last year but it’s the latest one I could find. I operate on my own time here, anyway! *hmph*)
1. Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre: irresistibly high bastard factor.
2. Sydney Carton, A Tale of Two Cities: cynical romantic who makes the ultimate sacrifice for love.
3. Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice: paradigm of repressed emotion—just add water.
4. Rupert Campbell-Black, Riders, Polo and assorted other Jilly Cooper novels: yestosterone-charged stallion of the shires.
5. Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind: handsome, dashing and gloriously perverse.
6. Yuri Zhivago, Dr. Zhivago: sensitive soul who loses his love in a cold climate.
7. Tom Jones, Tom Jones: rambunctious combination of virtue and vice.
8. Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights: bad and mad—what more could a woman want?
9. Sharpe, Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe series: Napoleonic swashbuckler with a gleam in his eye.
10. Daniel Cleaver, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason: wolfishly seductive, should have got the girl.
P.S. Please, Outlander Nutters, don’t even think of “let’s bombard Harlot with ‘Jamie Fraser is the best hero evaaah’ till her teeth hurt”! *grrr*
**Editing to add (as requested by Babz): Apparently, you are all greedy when it comes to heroes!—like me LOL. :P If you can’t decide which crumpet you’d like to drool over forever ever more, feel free to categorize them. I.e. historical, contemporary, paranormal, etc. ;)Labels: bibliophile’s affair, contemporary por amor, for the love of rakes and rogues, paranormal oh joy, the bronze horseman’s harlot
First off, congratulations on a job well done. You brought back bad-ass John McClane with his twinkling devilish eyes and side-way smiles—older and balder, yes, but still THE man. I admit, oh, what fun. Truly, goody good good... I have only one complain:
Matthew Farrell? Seriously? Matt “Harlot’s One & Only Uber True Love” Farrell??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!?
If you’re trying to kill me—no, erase that—bury me alive, kicking and screaming “MATTHEW FARRELL’S NAME IS FUCKING SACRED!!!” you almost did the job, you insensitive warts of fothermuckers! Justin Long?!? *shock* *gasp* Oh, my heart, my heart! *clutch*clutch* Oh, Jesus, let me breathe!!!
Let me tell you about my undying forever EVAAAAHH love for Matt Farrell of Judith McNaught’s Paradise, the reason I believe in romance, the man who has RUINED ME FOR ALL OTHERS. Aye. It’s because of him I spent my 18th birthday waiting for an extremely handsome, intensely sexual man wearing a borrowed tux—who’d tease me and dance with me slowly on the terrace—smile adoringly into my eyes and kiss me under an ancient elm tree when the fireworks started. Oh, my love, my darling!
It’s because of him I’ve yearned for a man who’d desire and love me BADLY, with EVERY fiber of his ENTIRE being; completely and absolutely. A man who’d feel that being in bed with me made him crazy with wanting; who’d say to me, his harsh voice in complete opposition to the poignancy of his words, “I’ve wanted you every day of my godforsaken life.” (Ohhh, Matt... I quiver!) A man who’d pursue me with disarming charm, woo me with tenacity, take me with CONSUMING passion and whisper lovingly to me, “If you’ll go to bed with me, I’ll give you the world. If you’ll move in with me, I’ll give you paradise on a golden platter. Anything you want—everything you want. I come with it, of course. It’s a package deal.” Oh, Matt... TAAAAAAKKKEE MEEEEEE!!! *sob*
This is why you, Die Hard writers, have committed a HORRIFYINGLY UNPARDONABLE SIN for naming a geeky, wimpy, scaredy, not so very handsome-y sidekick computer techie after MY Matthew Farrell! The horror—oh, the horror! *clutching my heart* *trying to breathe* Oh, you wound me so. So deep. I bleed. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. NEVEEEEERRR!!!!!
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers.
Harlot Farrell
Related: Labels: bitch at the movies, bitchy mcrant, contemporary por amor, dame judith mcnaught, romance baby
I was over at
Thrifty Reader where Ames has a review on
Lori Foster’s
Tempted. Though I have not read the book, and starting to believe I won’t, something in her post caught my attention and had me thinking (an unusual occurrence that! LOL):
But what is up with virgin sex therapists?? (Remember in Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon?) Despite the hymen, Lace really was a kinky girl. LOL Unlike Niks however, I couldn’t get past the ol’ double standard—he has a damn cabin for his sexcapades and yet he’s so disapproving of Lace when he thinks she’s experienced. What is this, 1802?
Let’s try and put Niks out of our minds for the time being, as hard as that’ll be, because who wouldn’t want to discuss pervert retrogrades with sex cabins instead of virgin heroines? LOL
So, what
is up with virgin heroines?
Forget about the stupidity of making a sex therapist a virgin. It takes years** to become one so unless you give me a VERY good reason why a normal 26+ year old woman who helps others with their sex lives still has her hymen, I’m not buying it!
As for the rest of them virgins...
Historical virgins are both understandable and expected. I’d be more surprised to find a magic elf riding a unicorn in a historical, than a heroine that has been around the block LOL. But widow virgins? Give me a break! It’s bloody ridiculous to make me believe that someone was married for more than a day, let alone years, and never had sex. This is a mind-boggling plot line for me; I don’t recall one author who has been able to pull this off. Anyway, what’s wrong with a heroine that had a nice loving relationship in her first marriage to begin with?
In contemporaries, throughout the years, the virgin heroine has become less and less common. Which I like. *g* That doesn’t mean that if the story is good and there’s a reasonable explanation as to why a 35 year old woman hasn’t done the horizontal polka, or gad forbid, has never seen a penis (can’t believe how many books have this btw; what were these women doing during senior year of HS and college? LOL) I won’t find it credible.
Still, I wonder, why are some authors obsessed in making contemporary heroines virgins? Is it that they believe we’ll think less of women who like and have sex before they meet their soulmates? Or perhaps it’s us, the readers, and not the writers who want to read about pure and virginal “ladies”? Mmmm....
**Time investment: After high school, 4 years of college, 2 years for a Master’s degree. If you go on, the average is 7 years to complete a Ph.D. Then, how fast can you accumulate another 1,500+ hours of supervised clinical contact (with patients)? At 20 a week, (heavy caseload for a neophyte) that’s 75 weeks.Labels: contemporary por amor, for the love of rakes and rogues, romance baby
I’m listening to the audio of
Bet Me (fabulous reader!) and noticed that
Jennifer Crusie never tells us exactly how overweight Minerva is.
I was wondering if she did this on purpose so that all us “sturdy” gals around the world could relate in our own chubby way to her.
There are parts in the book where I think she’s on the thin side of plump:
Diana looked up, mystified. “You know, this is an eight, it should fit.” “In what universe?” Min said, outraged. “I wasn’t an eight at birth. Who ordered this thing?”
Min took a deep breath and popped the button on her skirt. “Look, Mother, I am never going to be thin. I’m Norwegian. If you wanted a thin daughter, you should not have married a man whose female ancestors carried cows home from the pasture.”
Parts where I’m left speculating exactly how chunky this woman is:
Min stared at herself in the mirror... and thought, I’d kill myself, but this is not the last thing I want to see before I go. She was once again in the blue skirt that zipped up only when she sucked in all the air in the room, the lavender chiffon blouse that still pulled across the bust, and the new blue corset that only laced shut when Min gave up breathing and the fitter used the force of ten. Why would Cal want to sleep with somebody who looks like this?
Min came out of the dressing room, and Nanette said, “It still doesn’t fit,” in a tone that did not bode well for her fat daughter.
And parts when I downright think she’s obese:
She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. That always works in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor.
I really don’t get how his shirt would not fit! My BF is a size M and I’m somewhere between an M and an L and his shirts are huge on me!
In my mind she looks more or less like this Rubens’ painting.** How do you ladies imagine her?

**Peter Paul Rubens, The Union of Earth and Water, C 1618Labels: contemporary por amor, kinky lifestyle, romance baby, the bob and jenny show

For months now, everybody and their grandmother have been talking about
Nora Roberts. I never paid much attention to be honest, as I’ve yet to read her. Also, I’ve already been hoodwinked by “the best romance ever”
Outlander hype and not in a hurry to be made a fool of twice! Okay, that’s not entirely correct LOL. I believe I read her once, but can’t even remember the title of the book so unsure if it was even her. :/ (Give me a fucking break, that was 5 years ago!)
Judith McNaught’s
Something Wonderful introduced me to romance, and I glommed historicals after that. Until I came upon
Susan Elizabeth Phillips’
Nobody’s Baby but Mine. After reading every SEP I could find (even the god-awful ones!), I asked a bloke from the bookstore which contemporary romance author I should read. He gave me Nora (who has her own bookshelf! *gasp*) and told me she was an uber bestseller. Sadly, I compared Nora to SEP, who writes wonderful humorous love stories—which, at the time, were the only kind I was interested in. It’s all SEP’s fault, really! (Yep, I totally blame SEP! LOL)
I haven’t picked up another Nora since, but now I’m thinking is the perfect time to get reaquainted with her work. *g*
Four of her novels were made into Lifetime Original Movies, and I have to say: I want to see those! LOL Well, I’ve never-ever seen a romance book adapted into a movie, and with that pic of her with
John Corbett, I can’t help but be verra curious. Especially when she makes comments like: “I will be making cameo appearances in each of the movies. See if you can spot me.” Hmm, wonder if Nora and John have a little kissing scene or something... Tee hee. :P
Check out
her site for more details, or go directly to
Lifetime for a synopsis, cast bios, photos, etc, and an interview with Nora. In any case, here’s the schedule:
Jan 29 - Angels Fall
Feb 5 - Montana Sky
Feb 12 - Blue Smoke
Feb 19 - Carolina Moon
Since I live in Far Away Land where nothing good ever gets aired on time, (the injustice! *sniff*) all of you Nora fans, do keep me posted on what you think of the movies, okay? Also, what book of hers should I begin reading (she has like a gazillion books!)? What’s your favorite Nora? I need recommendations, my good ladies!
P.S. Thanks,
Milan, for this bit. :)
Labels: contemporary por amor, mctv, romance baby

For the first time in months I’m reading a book for pleasure, and boy, am I glad its one that I’m really enjoying!
Linda Howard can sure make yummy heroes, and Detective Sam is no exception. That guy is as fuckable as they come (no pun intended *wink*).
Last night, I was getting verra verra hot (thank gad BF is just a holler away!) while reading a sex scene that involved washing a car, a hose, a wet 6’3 gorgeous man and getting it on on the hood of a Viper—when all of a sudden something along these lines was uttered, “I could use a condom if you’re not on the pill.” I’m sorry, but WHAT THE FUCK?
I COULD use a condom? Errr, these people just met, they don’t even know each other’s last names at this point. How can a condom be optional?!?!?
I know I’ve talked about this before, but please let me rant a bit more. Does Sam think the pill will protect him from gonorrhea? Is Jaine hoping that herpes won’t follow intercourse with a stranger, or maybe that’s ok as long as, gad forbids, she doesn’t get pregnant the day before her freaking period?!?!
Please authors, more responsibility while writing about sex!!!
Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby, sex and the bitches
I’d rather, from now on, we refer to this book as
NBC since I don’t quite like the title (it sounds like a person that collects honey from beehives for a living LOL). Anyway, wanted to let you guys know that one of TBB’s fave authors has a new book coming out in February 2007 and the
excerpt is already up on her page. I have to admit I LOVE it. A beaver and a jock; quite funny and imaginative, don’t you guys agree? Let’s just hope Dean isn’t like Heath from
Match Me If You Can and can find his way to a clit, or at least knows the term foreplay LOL. ;)

A gorgeous football star...
A lonely Colorado highway...
A woman dressed up like a beaver.
Life’s funny that way.
Natural Born CharmerBy
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsComing in hardcover on February 6, 2007
Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby
I come across “wonderful sets of
inspirational romance novels” on eBay all the time. I thought it was stupid sellers telling buyers that romance books are truly inspirational novels. Apparently, the only stupid one there was me LOL. I’ve just found out that this is actually a very popular sub-genre of the romance industry and a, er, uhhh... you know, very interesting(?) one indeed.
What is an inspirational romance?
An inspirational romance has the characteristics of all true romances. The meeting of the hero and heroine is as close to page one as possible, and the characters are never separated for long. The emotional conflict is the focus of the story, as opposed to the plot. And of course, there is the requisite happy ending.
Up to this point we’re okay. That is mostly what you expect from any “straight” romance book. So what’s different?
The addition of a spiritual dimension. Instead of two people, there are two people and God. Sometimes faith is the conflict. At other times it serves as the resolution. As the couple grows closer to God, they grow closer to each other. Faith is a natural part of character in the inspirational romance.
Okay, I’m sorry, that just freaks the hell out of me! Two people and God? What exactly does that mean? You see, I’m not very religious, but I respect and fear God as much as the next Catholic. Yet, somehow, I don’t think praying while getting it on would be very productive—though I already have the God calling down pat LOL. I wonder if I’d have to bring my rosary beads to bed...
Sex before marriage is a no-no in the inspirational...
Say what? That just draws the line right there for me. So you have to be a church-going virgin (and the guy too?—’cause that’s just weird!) who must not have sex before marriage, but has to be willing to participate in “threesomes” with other-worldly beings? Er, yeah, not for me!
So, which of you reads/enjoys inspirational romances, and what’s their appeal for you?
**Not linking where I got these quotes as I don’t want the author tracking me down and, er, sort of telling me off or something LOL. Yes, I’m a wimp!Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby
You guys remember our little discussion on
clinch cover art in the comments section of my “
What the Fuck?” post? Well, look what I came across while digging for information on the new
Paradise cover.
Here are some very
interesting and informative thoughts Judith McNaught shared with readers on her SS bulletin board:
Why are we suddenly seeing romance/women’s fiction novels, including mine, with couples clinching on the covers?
The answer is: Because recently, publishers noticed that a clinch cover seems to increase the sale of a book.
That’s probably because clinch covers stand out sharply among the mind-boggling masses of romance novels which for years have been covered in flowers, houses, and other artful, tasteful, but repetitive images. As many of you have witnessed for yourselves over time, publishers are quick to notice a best selling novel with an innovative cover-art treatment, then they react by immediately imitating it until all the book covers on all the shelves become virtual look-alikes. That situation remains true until an Art Director somewhere comes up with another innovative cover for a bestseller, and then the whole frenzied process starts again. Until that cycle completes itself once again, I think we’ll probably be seeing more and more, and more, and more and more, of these clinch covers every month.
So if you’re one of the people who dislikes those covers (as am I), I’m afraid we’re in the minority. When it comes to product sales—ergo profits—corporations are interested in appealing to the preferences of the majority of buyers, not the minority.
Hence I ask, which one of you is lying about hating clinch covers? How can we “haters” be a minority when not one single person I know has ever admitted to liking them? Actually, all I ever hear is something along the lines of: “They’re embarrassing and I hate them,” and/or “I wouldn’t be caught dead reading a book with a clinch cover in public.”
So, fess up, you lying clinch cover lovers! It seems you’re a majority and there’s safety in numbers, we won’t hurt you. *wink* Might make fun of you though LOL.
I also found this very peculiar:
There’s one more equally logical explanation for this proliferation of explicit/sensual/whatever covers: There’s been a tremendous increase in sales of highly erotic “romances,” such as those being published under the Eldora’s Cave imprint. Just a few years ago, no one wanted to publish these same novels, but I understand they’re big sellers now. Maybe there’s a correlation between women’s desire for erotic content and their seeming preference for these overtly sensual book covers.
I haven’t had much experience reading erotic romances (or is it erotica? I always get those confused) and we all know how my experiment with Passion went, but most covers I’ve seen from Ellora’s Cave and Changeling Press would not be considered the “clinch” variety. So I’m wondering if she thinks non-erotic romance publishers are trying to compensate the lack of hotter sex in their books by adding hotter covers? That doesn’t make much sense to me...
Your thoughts—and confessions!!!Labels: contemporary por amor, dame judith mcnaught, ooh la la fabio, romance baby

This is the new
Paradise cover.
The shoreline, I take it, is Chicago.
That seems to be a balcony of sorts. Where you might ask? I’ve not one clue.
But who, pray tell, are those fucking plastic looking individuals in the front? Ya know, the shadowy couple getting it on in the top part of the cover art?!?!
I want someone to explain to me why Ken’s teenage gay lover is clinched to the orgasmic brunette in a book where Matt-the-sexiest-hottest-hero-ever and Meredith, who is BLOND BTW, should be posing!
WHO THE FUCK ARE THOSE?
I HATE THIS COVER. *GRRRRR*
[Added, 23 August 06]
Editing to quote Judith McNaught’s thoughts on the new Paradise cover:
Due to a communications glitch, I had no idea there was going to be a new cover [for Paradise] until I opened a piece of mail forwarded to me from Houston and pulled the actual cover out of the envelope. (Normally, I would have seen the proposed cover artwork well in advance and approved or rejected it.)
As to the cover itself, I don’t know what I think—except that the faces on it don’t fit my image of Matt and Meredith. It’s a striking color, though...
... The new cover for Paradise, with the sudden addition of “faces” on it, is the first time that’s happened to one of my books, and to be brutally honest, the male model they used doesn’t look like my idea of Matt Farrell at all. Besides that, he looks 25 instead of 35. What’s much worse is that, on the actual cover, his lips and eyelids are so dark that he almost looks like he’s wearing lipstick and eye shadow. To sum it up in one short sentence, the guy creeps me out.
The female model they used is very pretty, but she has dark-ish hair. Meredith was a natural blond with a “Grace Kelly” kind of perfection to her features. Despite those two differences, I don’t object to having her face on the cover of my book.
Labels: contemporary por amor, dame judith mcnaught, ooh la la fabio, romance baby
Every now and again I visit the ARR message boards, or how Harlot and I call it “that likesbooks place” LOL. I seldom read past the first couple of posts since I find it very confusing and disorganized, but yesterday I scrolled down farther than I usually do as they had some interesting posts: Judith Ivory, Anne of Green Gables, heroines that would sleep with anyone, most wanted heroes and heroines and... *gasp*
bisexual heroes. Huh? Say what now?
This is the quote from
LLB’s RWA conference report that started the discussion:
I had breakfast on Friday with Anne Stuart, whose writing I've loved for years. I asked her about her next book, entitled Cold as Ice. It is a sequel of sorts to last year’s marvelous Black Ice, and it sounds as though the hero is every bit a hero on the edge as Bastien in the earlier book. As a matter of fact, the hero, a spy who slept with a man in Black Ice, has total control over his body, which allows him to have sex with men or women, whatever the job entails, without any emotional feelings whatsoever. At one point in the upcoming release, the hero informs the heroine that he kissed her to distract her in order to knock her out. When she asks what he would do if he needed to distract a man, he answers, “I would do the same thing.” Cold as Ice will be released in November. Given Harlequin’s sometimes old-fashioned reputation, I asked what the editors at MIRA thought about this. Stuart indicated hers loved it and that other editors who heard about it thought it was “cool.”
My take on the whole issue is this: I don’t want a bisexual** hero or heroine. I don’t feel comfortable with it, hence won’t read about it; it’s way outside my comfort zone. I do, however, applaud Mrs. Stuart for incorporating this into her books and for stretching the boundaries over at Harlequin. I’m just, simply, not going to read about a hero getting it up the ass; not by another guy, not by a woman with a strap-on either. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to read about ANYONE getting it up the butt LOL—that freaks me out!
So I was wondering, what is non-negotiable in your romance novels? What would make you not buy a book, or put down one you’ve already started?
This is my list:- Sex with barnyard animals (or any other type of animal for that matter!) and/or children are completely out of the question. So is “granny sex” if you were wondering.
- Beatings and rapes, or people getting whacked with a mallet on their little toe in order to make them orgasm.
- Threesomes, foursomes, group sex, orgies, swingers or any type of hero/heroine being “loaned” to other people for sex!
- Forced prostitution or slavery.
- People who are horribly disfigured. Am I awfully shallow? Probably. But honestly, who wants to read about a hero that has third degree burns in half his body, is missing a nipple, a leg, half his teeth and all his fingers? I don’t expect my characters to be perfect, but please, why must you exaggerate the note so much (*cough* Mary Balogh *cough*)?
- And you know what I hate most of all? Spineless pushover characters that spend half the book whinnying! Sadly, most books have one or two of these. *sigh*
Your turn. *g*
**Definition according to Answers.com: Of, relating to, or having a sexual orientation to persons of either sex; having relations with either gender.Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby
Bad characters make or break a novel. The plot of a book can be compelling, the writing magnificent and the descriptions engaging, but if I find the characters lacking in personality or charisma, or if they’re just plain stupid, the story looses its magic.
Dimwitted heroines are a particular pet peeve of The Book Bitches. I’m sure you know who I’m referring to. The ones that are brainless enough to make a stop around the corner and shag a guy while being followed by an ax murderer. The ones that let the hero slap them around and treat them like horse manure because they “deserve it,” or explain why it’s okay because “their mom like forgot to buy them a G.I. Joe when they were 6, and they have like this trauma, okay?” And then, there’s the worst kind of heroines: the spineless twats that act like imbeciles simply because they’re brain-dead.
Here’s part of our “Die, Stupid Heroine, Die!” list:
◙ Trollop
Judith Law
Slightly Wicked by Mary Balogh
I’ll begin by mentioning that I’m probably one of the three people on earth that did not like this series. YES, THAT’S RIGHT, I DIDN’T LIKE IT—stop with the rotten tomatoes! But honestly, who can blame me? If by the third chapter of this book you too don’t want to jump in, nail Judith-the-Martyr to a cross and have her beaten with a long wooden stick, you are probably the reincarnation of Mother Theresa of Calcutta.
Judith Law is the typical “beautiful” heroine that thinks herself to be uglier than Orlando Bloom in drag. I know this on its own will not make you believe that she is a stupid imbecile; pitiful and worthless, yes—but I agree, not stupid. Now, how about if I tell you that she is sacrificing her life and youth to be an unpaid servant to her very rich and very rude relatives so that her younger brother can gamble the money away. Is that stupid enough? Hmm, perhaps you need a little more convincing. Maybe something like the fact that she boinks a total stranger, on the road to some gad-forsaken town, and then refuses his marriage proposal because she would rather have a miserable and unhappy life as a poor slave than be the wife of a noble and rich man—who has probably impregnated her!!!
The Second Mrs. de Winter
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Mrs. de Winter (her first name was never disclosed so I am led to believe it was probably Pussy; Pussy de Winter, sounds fitting), was a rather nervous and oppressed individual. At the beginning I felt sorry for her: a poor woman working as a lady’s maid, with no family or anything to call her own. But as the book progressed, I started to get irritated by her actions. I mean, how spineless could one person be?
She marries a rich man and lives in his mansion, yet the lady of the house is still his DEAD wife, Rebecca. The maid treats her like a leper, the husband walks all over her, and what does she do? NOTHING! I wanted to give the heroine a good shake and slap her a couple of times until she came to her senses. I wanted her to fire Mrs. Danvers, burn the west wing, and buy herself some kinky lingerie and fuck that husband of hers three ways till the weekend. In general, I wanted Pussy to grow a fucking spine and show some spirit. But, alas, it was not to be. If possible, with every page, she became even more pitiful to the point where I could not go on, to the point where I actually thought having my nails ripped out was a more entertaining way to spend my time.
◙ Harlot
Lady Brenna
The Wedding by Julie Garwood
I love JG and honestly hate to criticize her work, but it has to be said that this Lady Brenna is one dumb twat. The hero’s stepmother told her she should submit to the brother-in-law who has the hots for her, and by the hots I mean he tried to rape her. So she kills him. Nothing to get upset about; the guy was scum, she did the world a favor. However, Brenna gets the mother of all depressions, not because she felt bad for taking a life but, get this: because she thought to be a perfect wife she should have shagged her husband’s brother!!!
Brenna is the worst type of heroine, she’s completely unsympathetic and irritating. I think JG wanted us to feel sorry for her because “... her body was so terribly imperfect. She was fully aware of her flaws. Her breasts were too large, her hips too narrow, and her legs were too long for the rest of her body.” Oh, Ms. Garwood, PUH-LEASE, give me a fucking break!—or at least a heroine with real problems, like vaginal herpes or something.
Allie Parker
Hot Rain by Kat Martin
This heroine (if you can actually call her that) did the stupidest things I’ve EVER read about. I think she did something moronic each page. Let’s see... Allie was convinced there was foul play involved with her best friend’s death, so she stole an insurance file (I believe this is a crime), then hid away inside a yacht to concoct more of her lamebrained theories (without thinking of her safety). She got discovered by the hero nonetheless, who claimed her as his own—all for her own protection, of course (yeah, right). She then planned to flee from the hero by setting the bed on fire (I KNOW!—wait, it gets better), hoping someone would notice. Ironically, if the hero hadn’t seen the smoke, she’d have died of smoke inhalation or burned to death (was actually crossing my fingers for this to happen!!!).
After many horrible incidents (due to her undending stupidity), Allie demanded total honestly from the hero. What’s the first question that came to her non-existent mind? Why, of course: “Are you married?” THIS after being kidnapped, beaten senseless, and STILL lying half dead on the ground since they’d just survived a horrible plane crash. Uh-hmm. But that’s nothing compare to this stunt: she got angry at him because he DID NOT rape her, or at least felt tempted to!!! *breathe* Oh, well, I guess we should cut her some slack. I mean, she was obviously insulted and deeply hurt for not being a rape victim material—that poor, poor brainless fuck.Labels: bibliophile’s affair, bitchy mcrant, contemporary por amor, for the love of rakes and rogues, romance baby
Are romance publishers afraid to show sex as it is? I’ve yet to read a Harlequin Romance, so this
article I came upon yesterday opened my eyes to a disturbing and, yes, a bit amusing image of the romance industry’s “underground.” *g*
According to Miss H, who read hundreds of the things in the time she worked for Harlequin, not only is fellatio rare—when it does happen, the men usually stop the women midway so they can have intercourse, which is almost always in the missionary position, and during which she orgasms “100 per cent of the time,” says Miss H.
No wonder women end up thinking blowjobs are yucky and feeling inadequate because they don’t come during intercourse.
“I know these books are fantasy, but where do you draw the line between fantasy and reality?” she asks. “I think it’s misleading to have women read about characters who come from intercourse every time and whose male partner requires only a little bit of effort on her part and who never makes a mess.”
...
There are, however, some positive messages about sex in these books, says Miss H: Condoms are always used, for example, unless pregnancy is part of the plot. And while fellatio is practically non-existent ... cunnilingus is quite common, she says.
“Understandably, it’s couched in sweet, romantic terms,” she adds. “They don’t use words like ‘pussy’ or ‘cunt,’ though ‘clit’ is often allowed. So it would be, ‘He moved lower, dropping kisses along her belly, then finally reaching the juncture of her thighs,’ or ‘He tasted her juices.’”
She also gets to come. At least that’s what I think they’re talking about when it says “ecstasy ripples throughout her body as she goes over the edge.”
I doubt they’re talking about cliff diving. ...
While “dick” or “cock” (always throbbing, of course) is acceptable in some of the racier lines, I can’t say that I’ve ever referred to my man’s penis as “velvet on steel.” ...
And I know “vagina” isn’t the prettiest word, but is “mound” really any better?
...
“And there’s always a happy ending, though of course 99.9 per cent of the time that means marriage,” she adds. “They never just end up together in a relationship.”
Which is just as well, I suppose, because we all know once a gal’s wrangled a guy into marriage, blowjobs are pretty much off the menu anyway, right?
Labels: contemporary por amor, romance baby