Tuesday, January 20, 2009

At the Bride Hunt Ball by Olivia Parker

I’m not even sure why I’m writing about this book; you all know I only write about books I either HATE or LOVE.

Though I can’t say I loved this book I was rather entertained by it. It’s wonderfully light-hearted and uncomplicated. No ridiculous plots or schemes. No stupid misunderstandings. For some reason it reminded me of Julia Quinn’s earlier writing style; a lot of funny moments, witty dialogue and pleasant characters, simple plot, sexy encounters, and tons of “coincidental” meetings between the H/H.

I found myself grinning during some scenes and laughing during others. It’s almost like an episode of the Bachelor adapted to the Regency period. I can honestly say I found the simplicity of this novel refreshing.

If you have an afternoon off one of these weekends curl up and read this book. Don’t expect a masterpiece but enjoy it for what it is: a fun regency frolic with delightful characters and an embarrassing cover LOL.


To Snare a Bride...

To Gabriel Devine, Duke of Wolverest, the bonds of marriage are nothing more than shackles. But if he’s to remain a lifelong bachelor, that leaves only his younger brother to carry on the family name. Inviting the ton’s most eligible ladies to an elegant ball, Gabriel is certain any one of them would be all too eager to become the next duchess and provide an heir—leaving Gabriel to continue his ecstatic pursuit of pleasure.

To Catch a Rogue...

Her social-climbing stepmother would give anything to have Madelyn Haywood betrothed to a future duke. But Madelyn believes the brothers Devine to be nothing more than heartless rogues—especially Gabriel, whose rakish reputation precedes him. He is nothing more than a slave to passion, and she will not be conquered by his caresses —and yet his wicked ways tempt her so...

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Friday, January 16, 2009

On Regency characters that act as furnaces

I’m very confused. Why is it that, in historicals—though the heroine wears gloves and the hero wears 10 layers of clothing—whenever the heroine touches him she can “feel” his heat? These people have thick barriers between their actual skins. Are these men all suffering from fevers, do you suppose?

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Thursday, December 4, 2008

When the duke returns

I’m currently reading—and by currently I mean sneaking in reads at work!—When the Duke Returns by Eloisa James. This novel is part of the “Desperate Duchesses” series. I read the previous three books and really enjoyed them. The truth is, to me, Eloisa James can do no wrong (just remember, she isn’t a straight-romance writer, more like a Shakespeare meets romance kinda gal).

I’m on the eighth chapter of WTR and I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a book this much; I am LOVING the characters and the story line.

I hope no one develops a case of the stupid or a double personality disorder like it happens in so many books or else I’ll have to jump out a window!


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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

So tight, so big, so warm and wet

I’m trying to recall ever reading a romance novel where the hero didn’t have a huge cock or the heroine didn’t have a “very tight” vagina.

Where do these humongous-penis-men live and who are these women with tiny coochies? I can tell you that no man has ever said “you’re so tight” to me. Not even the first guy I had sex with—of course he had a weenie wiener so maybe nothing would have been too tight for him LOL.

Another of my romance book sex concerns is women that “feel” men ejaculate inside them. Last I heard this was virtually impossible because women have almost no nerve endings in their cervix wall. (Can you imagine birth if we actually did? *YIKES*) Then, care to explain how it is that these heroines are always feeling warm/wet fluid gushing inside them? I, personally, have NEVER ever felt semen hitting anything inside me.

I wish that for once an author would write a book about a man with a tiny cock and an erectile dysfunction and a woman with a vagina as big as salad bowl who could not orgasm. They both have to be gorgeous though or I’m not reading it. Am I asking for too much?

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Pissing idiots off Bad book reviews

It’s always been a wonder to me how upset people get over others not liking books they do. Over the years, I’ve thought of many reasons for this phenomenon: everything from stupidity to low self-esteem and then some other things I refuse to mention in polite society. *wink* I’ve yet to come up with a satisfying answer. If anyone has a hypothesis, be sure and let me know since this has cost me a few sleepless night laughing myself silly.

Whenever I’m going to buy a book I always check Amazon’s ratings. If the book is over 4 stars I’ll probably get it—unless someone I share book tastes with previously recommended it, in which case I’ll go as low as 3.5. I always read one or two 5 star reviews and 1 star reviews. I don’t much trust books that have less than 20 reviews and I most definitely don’t trust books that have no bad ratings! It has to have at least a 2 stars in the mix or I’m not buying it LOL. (This is similar to me not trusting people who don’t drink. I have serious psychiatric issues.)

Bad reviews can convince me to buy a book as much as good reviews. In some cases, they’ll have me deciding even faster! Like this Madeline Hunter book, Rules of Seduction. Admittedly, I haven’t liked the Highland romances I’ve read of hers, but this book has two things going for it: a 4.5 rating and this 2 star review by an affronted reader:


I really tried to enjoy this book. It is my first Madeline Hunter book but I just could not get past the lack of chemistry I felt between the main characters. Why would Hyden be attracted to Alexia? She did not even seem interesting. I just could not buy it. I stopped at page 140 or so. The plot was nothing compared to a Lisa Kleypas’ (e.g., Then Came You) or a Liz Carlyle book (e.g., No True Gentleman).


Now, I’m not acquainted with Liz Carlyle’s writing, but the moment I read it was nothing compared to Then Came You I knew I had to buy Rules of Seduction. Gad, but if that Kleypas doesn’t have the most obnoxious heroine ever and the stupidest characters this side of the Equator I don’t know what book does.

The moral of this story: Don’t be an idiot, and enjoy different perspectives and views of a book you loved—or hated. You’ll probably end up noticing things you didn’t even know were there. Oh, and also, read bad Amazon reviews before you buy any book. They’re really amusing; some will even have you peeing in your pants—they’re so funny. And of course, who wouldn’t want to pee in their pants? LOL

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

R.E.S.P.E.C.T. find out what it means to me

Disclaimer: This is my opinion based on someone’s comment on a BB I frequently visit, love and enjoy. This is not—and should be not taken—as a personal jibe towards the person that made the comment. These types of discussions are really not welcomed at FABB, which, I understand and respect so I decided to post my thoughts here. I value and like the person that made the comment; my views just differ from her on this subject. True?

Some of you might remember this post I wrote when I finished reading Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas a couple of years ago. Rereading my post, it seems I didn’t think the book was all that bad, and yet, for some reason, I believe I hated it LOL. Weird how memory does this to you.

Anyhoodles, all I can remember of the book is:
  • Hero has sex with a prostitute while pretending it’s the heroine.
  • Heroine dresses up as woman of ill repute to entice hero to have sex with her; dim-witted. Hero “falls” for her scam, doesn’t recognize her *snort* and proceeds to “almost” take her flower. (Yes, I can see clearly now why I believe I hate this book; God what rubbish this plot is.)
  • Heroine, who is in love with a country-bumpkin, goes back home to him—after almost giving her flower to prostitute-shagging hero—and tries to seduce him. (I can’t remember why country-bumpkin refused to have sex with her. Some idiotic reason I’m sure.)
  • Hero carries heroine’s glasses inside his pockets for months. (I need to know if sane people actually go around doing stuff like that. I’d run and hide from any guy that kept, say, a dirty sock of mine in his pockets.)
  • Heroine bumps into prostitute-shagging hero at some party a week after trying to have sex with country-bumpkin and, lo and behold, realizes she’s in love with him! Be still my heart!
This is someone’s comment about the having-sex-with-a-prostitute-pretending-it’s-the-woman-you-love thing:


The hero, Derek Craven, sleep with the prostitute (Tabitha) pretending it’s the heroine, Sara. It was a very poigniant (sp?) moment because it shows how desperate Derek was for Sara, but he still had enough respect for her to not ruin her “lily-white life.”


I’m sorry, but: What. The. Fuck?

I’m a firm believer that humans aren’t born to be monogamous, but that monogamy is learned in civilized society (and hey, I’m all for civilized society LOL). I also believe that sex without love is just sex, very different from the merging of two minds, bodies and souls in love.

Now, what I don’t get is the respect and poignant part. Because he respected her he fucked other women? Color me damn confused but I’d rather no respect at all than that “poignant” kind of “respect.” I’d easier forgive someone for cheating on me because he wanted to or was attracted to someone else than tolerate that “I respect you, therefore I shag others” BS.

I must be missing something here but this Derek dude was nothing but a manhandling bully that fell for stupid disguises, had sex with prostitutes and kept other’s rubbish in his pockets. Really, people, hardly the description of a man women swoon over.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

I'm in love part 495023

Okay, I know at this point no one will believe that I really really don’t care about Cassie Edwards—or whether she plagiarized or not—but I swear I don’t. (Don’t look at me like that I REALLY DON’T!)

Yet I have no idea why I’m knee-deep into the whole thing at the moment. My only excuse is that any link I click takes me into CE territory! There’s a fucking outbreak of this thing; it’s like a bout of shingles at a geriatric home.

This is the last I’m saying on this issue. (Please don’t hold me to that, but I sweah’ I will do mah’ beri best this time!)

I’m in love with:
  • Mrs. Giggles. I think she rocks big time. I agree with everything she has to say in this post. God bless her unpopular opinions.
  • Gennita Low, who I’d never even heard of before this but who I’m so buying now. *g*
Excerpt from the last scene of her SBCEWWTBBQ hilarious play:


Cassie Edwards fans trolled the different boards, mostly telling off a bunch of people about their need for a job and to go read something else. Academics are pulled in, wandering and wondering (who’s Cassie Edwards again? Will she fund our future research?). Lawyers circled around the stage. Experts torpedoed onto the stage.

Authors and would-be writers on other boards are horrified at the SB’s blog name. "Our image! They done destroy our image!!!! They should have kept all this undercovers, like a Sekret Trial!!!!!!! Wahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Chorus: Oh NOoOOoOOes!!!!! She plagiarized a Pulitzer Prize novel!!!! WTFBBQ?

The Ghost of Sinatra appears in corner of stage, stage-whispersinging: And now, the end is near....)))

Clap of thunder. It’s raining heavily. Wind. Rain. Woooooooooshhhhhh. Manuscript pages flying in tornado like pattern. Spotlight follows a lone black-footed ferret slinking by.

End result so far:
  • Plagiarism is bad.
  • We are all individuals.
  • Cassie Edwards is a 71 year-old woman.
  • Mean girls have no reason to invoke the Oracle of Google unless it’s to be mean.
  • Someone ran over someone’s dog.
  • Jenny Crusie taught me a lot.
  • Diana Gabaldon not so much.
  • The fear of making fun of CE books is on me. No more making fun of CE books, except with some kind of asterisk ***.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Who cares about Cassie Edwards when we can have Paul Tolmé?


I was over at SBTB where they have yet another post about Cassie Edwards and the big plagiarism brouhaha thingy that’s been going on for the last couple of weeks.

Now, I don’t know who she is or what she wrote or if she plagiarized or not. *yawn* What I want to know is: Who is Paul Tolmé? Is he single? And where can I find him? LOL

I love what he wrote in reply to what was “borrowed” by CE from his article “Toughing It Out in the Badlands” to use as dialogue for her novel Shadow Bear (jayzus, this lady needs some help with her book titles):


My story (“Toughing It Out in the Badlands”) is at the center of 2008’s sexiest plagiarism scandal.

In the Internet age, every freelance writer fears that his or her words will be appropriated without compensation. First I was angry. Then I had to laugh. To see my textbook descriptions of ferrets in a bodice-ripper, as dialogue between a hunky American Indian and a lustful pioneer woman who several pages later have sex on a mossy riverbank, is the height of absurdity.

Shadow Bear feels a longing in his loins. On page 195, after several false starts to stoke the furnaces of readers, Bramlett and Shadow Bear finally get down to business. They have sex in his teepee on some animal pelts. Hungrily, their sinuous bodies rock and quake until both explode in rapturous pleasure. When the teepee flaps are rocking, don’t come a-knocking.


This about had me rolling on the floor laughing.


That is some bad dialogue. It stands out as clunky and awkward even by the standards of romance novels. That’s because Edwards didn’t write it. I did.

As a victim of plagiarism, I am left wondering how many other works of mine have been purloined? And what does Edwards owe me? Does she owe me anything, aside from an apology and maybe a free, autographed copy of her book with an “attaboy” on the passage in question? My words did not enhance her novel. They were filler. I can imagine frustrated and horny readers cursing the ferrets and skipping ahead in search of the next nipple.


We should hire this guy to write for TBB. I’d pay him with sex *wink* and food. I knew my amazing culinary skills would come in handy one day. *g*


I’m no longer angry with Edwards. In fact, I feel sorry for her. The blogosphere is buzzing with irate calls to boycott Edwards’s books and appearances. According to an interview she did with the Associated Press, she did not know she was supposed to quote source materials. Ignorance of law and ethics is no excuse, however. Plagiarism victimizes writers. It betrays the trust of readers. It tarnishes the craft of writing.

But there is another victim here that has been lost in the discussion: the ferrets.


It’s official: I’m in luurrve! This man is smart, kind, forgiving, funny, sarcastic and freaking hot.

Do you guys think I’d scare him by emailing, and pledging my undying love to him, with an attached naked picture of myself? Maybe I could dress as a sexy ferret; that would surely get his attention!

**Editing to add a small note: People, give this CE thing a fucking rest already. Come on, let’s move on to the next person Romance Land will trash, bash, flame and make online life a living hell for. Are the movers and shakers getting slow or running out of material (if we were only so lucky LOL)?

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Charm School by Susan Wiggs

I hate it when I have high hopes for a book and end up terribly disappointed. The reviews for The Charm School at Amazon are great: out of sixty-two only one is a 1 star and four are 2 stars. The rest are above 3 stars with most being 5.

My only explanation for this is that these books were ONLY sold at a convention for the blind or the terminally insane? Honestly, no words can describe how bad and horribly mundane this book is. In all of 400 pages we get:
  • a secret baby
  • a dead but not really dead (because he comes back in the end) hero
  • an ugly duckling heroine turned swan
  • an evil step-brother
  • a sub-plot on freeing slaves *yawn*
  • boring sex high on pot (or something akin to it)
  • hero with long red hair (ACKKKK! This is a no no in my book. These men always end up looking like clowns in my head. I can’t keep from imagining them wearing one of those big frizzy wigs Bozo the Clown puts on.)
But wait, folks, that’s not all. If you order now they’ll also include:
  • A virgin who lets the hero take all her clothes off and jumps in naked into a lake with him and all but shags him senseless—which was so out of character for both the hero and heroine. (I had to go back and make sure there hadn’t been a printing problem and I wasn’t reading a chapter from another book!)
  • The ever oh-so-handsome-yet-dimwitted-guy ugly heroines always seem to fall for, who in the end—heroine having become a raving beauty—never ever recognize them, and then profess their undying love for and always ask for their hands in marriage. And, of course, the heroine finally sees them for the idiots they are and realize that they’ve loved the hero all along. *gag*
  • And last but not least, a hero who has random sex with prostitutes any time he can he get his hands on one—and then goes and tells heroine. *head-desk*
I could go on and on and on but my point will be the same in the end: this book is absurd beyond words. It’s more like a Mexican telenovela starring Thalia than a romance novel; one ridiculous plot after the next.

And to think I bought all the books in Susan Wiggs’s “Calhoun Whatsis” series. There is no way in hell I’ll read the rest. And you know how much that says seeing as I’ll read anything no matter how bad.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Does more sex equal good romance?


I’ve been thinking a lot about my love for romance novels lately, mainly because I couldn’t find anything to remind why the hell I even read them in the first place.

I keep stumbling upon shoddy stories, bad writing even worse dialogue and repetitive plots. It gives me a headache to recall the amount of junk I read last year. I’d say 99% of the romance novels I got my hands on were pure rubbish.

It had been such a long time since I read something I loved—really loved—that I find myself wondering if I truly like Tara Janzen’s writing or if I’m just holding on to her books because they are the least crappy of the garbage I find. *sigh* I’m even looking forward to the sex—and I never look forward to sex in books. Hell, I don’t even read sex scenes; I usually skip them unless they add something to the story or the book is very good.

This train of thought made me wonder about romance novels and sex. Did publishers and writers start adding more sex into books because the writing and plots became so bad they had to find a way to lure in the readers?

What happened to paying more attention to your writing and character/plot development than to how many orifices you could fill in 300 pages? I for one would much rather a good book with no sex than one filled with bad writing and sexually acrobatic characters that swing from chandeliers hooked to electrical butt-plugs or some such ridiculous thing.

I remember when romance novels where just about a good heartwarming story. Judith McNaught couldn’t write an interesting sex scene to save her life, yet, she didn’t need to. Her books were so engaging, her plots and characters so well developed, her stories so captivating the few sex scenes she did have—even if copy-pasted from one book to the next—just added a simple beauty to her novels.

I wonder if this why erotica (not erotic romance) found such a big niche in the market. I read all the sex in my new found love for erotica. Some of it is bad, but a lot of it is pretty creative; and even when a good amount of the writing SUCKS the sex holds up the book and it delivers. Something romance novels have forgotten to do. But sex is pretty much the only reason I read erotica, and most definitely not the reason I read romance.

With straight romance, if the writing is bad and the sex is boring, then what do they have going for them? A big fat load of nothing in my book.

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

On incest and idiots


Karen Scott has a post on e-published authors starting their careers in the erotic stories/poetry site Literotica. This all started when Mrs. Giggles posted about this in her blog and Phaze authors went cuckoo over the post.

Now, none of this shocks or bothers me. I read Literotica; you can actually find some good romance stories and novellas there once in a while, but you really have to look because most of it is pure rubbish LOL. Tart linked this and a couple other erotic stories sites last year in FABB and I have to say I’ve enjoyed Literotica the most by far. I’ve even printed and read some of these to the BF which yawns himself to sleep while I get all fidgety and turned on (contrary to what happens with porn movies which bore me to death).

Anywho, she has quotes from an interaction that’s going on at the Literotica BB (I think, because I can’t be bothered to click on the link). I’ll post them with Karen’s remarks and then tell you what I think:


“I was wondering if It reading and writing about underage incest fantays..especially about younger girls....is as disgusting as I sometimes feel it is. I do NOT condone Kiddy porn NOR sexual abuse in any way of minors, but it is still a fantasy of mine....but not that I wan’t to be WITH the girl, but that I wan’t to BE the girl....so would writing fantays like that make me a bad person?”

He/she doesn’t condone kiddie porn, but fantasizes about having underage sex with a family member? Ok then.

This answer, from one of the other members, made me want to go and take a bath:

“It is hard for me to believe that thinking is a crime, I certainly hope you WILL explore these fantasies for us in print. I would love to have a womans perspective on what it would be like to have sex at say 15 with your father..... I suspect the emotions and feelings would be far more erotic than anything I can imagine. Sex for the first time for a little girl has to be painful, but emotionally rewarding at the same time. I hope you will explore this! I know I would love to read it.”

Emotionally rewarding? Yeah, whatever. That dude is a pedo waiting to happen, if it hasn’t already.

Anyway, Selena Kitten, a current Phaze author thinks there’s no harm in it, because after all, it’s just a fantasy. She writes:

“But the FANTASY of such a thing - NOT the reality, the FANTASY... is a turn on for some. Of both genders. As DCL mentioned (god this is an OLD thread, isn’t it??) thinking is not a crime.

Unless I slipped into Big Brother territory when I wasn’t looking...


I know what I’m going to say might be taken completely the wrong way, because that’s the way things go in Blog Land, but I agree with Selena: fantasy is a turn on and not just for incest but for a lot of things; you just have to look at the categories in Literotica to see the broad spectrum of stuff people are into reading. And though I find the thought of incest sickening, who am I to say that those that fantasize about it are pedophiles or have actually engaged in what they read or write? I would much rather people write about it and get off on reading it than actually going ahead and doing it.

I think writing about fantasies is like writing an angry letter to someone you are mad/angry at. When you finish putting everything you feel down on paper, the anger is either gone or abetted. So if this is what people need to keep their hands off their kids/parents, then I say go ahead and write about it and read about it, because it’s a hell of a lot healthier than actually doing it.

And don’t tell me if you are inclined to read or write about it means you are engaging in it or will in the future because that’s bullshit. I enjoy Quentin Tarantino movies and I’ve never been inclined, for one second, to do ANYTHING that appears in these films. I also enjoy reading about a ton of stuff that I would never, in a million years, be interested in doing.

I dare anyone here to say they don’t have a fetish. We all do. And what may seem sick to others might be precisely what turns you on, and that’s nothing but your personal business. I think it’s very closed-minded and ignorant to believe that healthy sexual parameters are defined by your personal fetishes and that everyone else that has fantasies different to yours is a sick pervert.

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Literature intolerant

“Genre is actually a recent invention, stemming from the period when there began to be too many books published for any one or even small group of people to read them all. There had to be some way of pre-sorting them. I find genre labels helpful when they guide readers to books, hurtful when they push them away. Genre is good as a door but bad as a wall, in other words—but since that wall really only exists in people’s minds, it never hurts to coax folks to be more adventurous.”
- Lois McMaster Bujold


Even before I started reading romance novels some five years ago, I always heard people dissing the genre. Be it for the covers or the poor writing or because it’s considered fluff with no real essence—or maybe because of the boy meets girl: they fight they make up, get married, have babies and live happily ever-after.

Now, as much as I dislike people who snub romance, I detest romance snobs more. You know the ones: romance readers who diss other genres just because they don’t fit the formula above. They complain about romance novels being treated poorly in the literary world yet they refuse to pick up a book that doesn’t include steamy sex scenes and a HEA.

I understand those that have tried other genres—and by that I don’t mean picking up ONE detective novel and leaving it after the third chapter; I’m saying giving it a REAL chance. Buying different novels by different authors that include a wide variety of topics and reading them through, and not comparing it to romance or pretending it’s romance.

Of course, if you are not interested in doing that it’s fine with me (I really could care less what people choose to read LOL) but don’t you dare say you won’t read “whatever book” because you don’t like that genre or because you only enjoy straight romance. I will think you are an ignorant fool if you say such a thing to me, so be warned of my wrath!

Kidding aside, guys, how can people go around saying stuff like “I don’t see how anyone could be a [famous romance author] fan AND a Harry Potter fan...” or “I only like romance and will read no other genre,” when you haven’t tried anything else that is out there!!!

For some reason this infuriates me; perhaps because what I hate most, above all (besides that “Power of Love” song), is stupidity.


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Too many In Death?

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?


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Friday, December 28, 2007

Beyond the highland mist *ACKKK*

Oh, jayzuz, this book was... How can I say it without hurting anyone’s feelings? THIS BOOK WAS PLAIN OLD STUPID.

Sure, there were some interesting parts. I liked Lydia (hero’s mother) and Tavis (the cook). I also enjoyed the first couple of chapters when the heroine kicked ass with her witty tongue and the hero seemed yummilicious. But then comes Adam the Smithy, some dim-ass fairy the heroine “likes”, and it all goes downhill till almost the very end. *sigh*

One of my beloved Amazonians had this to say (you know how I love those clever creatures LOL):


While I’m pretty open-minded on differences of opinion in matters of taste, it’s baffling to me that there are actually people who have read and love this book. Are you illiterate? Have you read anything beyond a 4th grade level? Have you been lobotomized so that complete sentences baffle you?


Okay, so that was way too harsh, out of line and not entirely true—but you gotta admit it’s damn funny how upset she seems!

Anyhoodles, this is what I think:

Though I was forced to trudge over 200 pages of the ever boring hero-pining-over-heroine-who-is-bitter-and-childish plot, *UGHH* the writing wasn’t bad, if a little rough. The sentences didn’t always flow into one another and, at times, she changed from paragraph to paragraph as if she were writing entirely different books. Yet, in truth, that didn’t bother me as much as the weak time-travel plot and the lack of chemistry between the main characters.

I love paranormals and I can suspend disbelief as well as the next gal, but the historical inaccuracies and the completely unbelievable actions—and reactions—of the characters in this book were way more than I could take. I think Karen Marie Moning tried to cram too many things in one book; sometimes, keeping it simple works best.

There were a lot of lose ends, things that should have been good plot twists and weren’t used to their full potential: heroine murdering some guy and being tricked into smuggling drugs for him,** King James finding out Adrienne was beautiful and not Mad Jane, that Olivia mistress plotting revenge, those women that Laird Comyn abused, etc.

Then, the trivial things that were made big fusses over. I mean—Adrianne, get the fuck over that ever-hard dude! HONESTLY! The 200 pages worth of
I-hate-beautiful-men-but-kiss-me-and-I’ll-almost-come-in-my-pants-and-
then-I’ll-remember-everhard-and-push-you-away-and-mention-Adam thing got way too old too fast, seeing as KMM did it like 10 times.

Of course, since you know me and my sadistic ways, I’ll keep going with the series if only to torture myself more. Or maybe, if I’m really lucky, it’ll turn out to be like the “Dark Hunter” books which started unbelievably bad with Fantasy Lover and moved on to be very entertaining. Also, I’ve heard nothing but good things about these books so unless they’re like that Mary Balogh whatsis brothers series, or that “Troubled Navy Boys” one by Suzanne Brockmann, I don’t see any reason why I can’t be won over by Ms. Moning’s Highlanders. *g*

**BTW, that was a totally absurd plot development. Heroine kills big-shot drug lord who is being followed by the FBI and not a soul finds out she murdered him? *snort*

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Knock: A very common word, really

I stayed up till the early hours of the morning to finish Enchanting Pleasures by Eloisa James; it’s been a long time since I’ve done that with a book. I really enjoyed the story and the characters. I thought it was well written, entertaining and slightly different than your normal historical. Besides the Whitney-My-Lovish constant misunderstandings, I thought it was splendid.

Now, besides the little annoyances that most—if not all—romance novels usually provoke in me, I found that Ms. James use of the word “scratch” when referring to someone knocking a door really got on my nerves.


There was a scratch at her door. Gabby hastily scrubbed at the tearstains on her cheeks and stood up.

To his relief, Quill heard a scratching at the door.

Margaret scratched on the door and Gabby snatched it open.


I mean, what the fuck? Are these characters dogs or people? Who’s even heard of such a thing? WHO SCRATCHES DOORS??!?!?!?! Why would you claw at a door when it usually makes your teeth hurt, besides just knowing that you could lose a couple of nails in the process! Also, I very much doubt anyone inside would hear the “scratching” so it's quite pointless to begin with (unless you were that guy with the claws in, er, in that whatsis paranormal I read earlier this year).

What was up with that?

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

On half-wits and people with horrid taste

AAR’s (XX annual?) Top 100 Romance Poll results are in, and let me tell you they suck! I wish they’d give me the emails of those who voted on this poll so I could send them a note insulting them on their really bad taste. Some of these “top” books were so bad in plot, character development and writing that I was forced to write posts about them—and I never do that!

I am beyond shocked that this list was published. I demand a re-poll and/or recount? Whatever. All I know is that these results will make romance the laughingstock of the literary world. Oh, wait—we already are—but this can’t help!!! *grrr*
And these are only in the first 20. You should see how BAD the rest of the list is, or maybe not because it’ll give you a blinding headache. Just to wet your appetite though, one of the worst books I have EVER read, Gone too Far, came in at 87 and I swear this was written by a 13-year-old grammatically challenged teenage boy.

Can you believe Paradise was 24, Heaven, Texas 33, and Almost Heaven 35? *smashing head against desk repeatedly*

Questions:
  • 1) How many books have you read from the list? (I’ve read 52.)
  • 2) What did you think of the overall results?
  • 3) Which books would have made your top 10?

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Monday, November 5, 2007

Werewolves, were-dragons and other were-beastie heroes


I just read Gena Showalter’s Heart of the Dragon. I so wanted to like it: a human girl accidentally finds Atlantis and meets a sexy warrior/assassin who is also a man-dragon—and they’ve to stop vampires from taking over. Good premise, right? Alas, I was promised both conflict and mystery but neither were delivered. The annoying heroine didn’t help; for a virgin whose life (and her brother’s) was in danger, all she wanted was to hump the hero’s writhing dragon of desire. Sheesh. Oh, and the “fierce assassin”? *snort* He might as well be a man-bunny! Whatever.

This is the kind of paranormal that makes me miss the dashing dukes and bare-chested cowboys and bold knights in shining armors of yore. The thing is, tall, dark and handsome heroes aren’t enough anymore. Now they have to come with fangs, furs, feathers, scales and freakin’ tails—sometimes, they’ve to be DEAD too. You have to wonder how the romance genre comes up with these were-beastie heroes and why readers actually consider them verra fuckable. *confused*

I’m not talking about the usual weres of romance: ya know, were-horses (i.e. Mark in Lisa Valdez’s Passion), were-assholes (the type who turns into a lovely man during full moons), and were-praying mantises (the type who bite off his lover’s head after sex for the stupid push-her-away tactic, “oh, she deserves better, anguish anguish!” GET THE FUCK OVER IT, LOSER). I’m talking about half-human half-beasts—LITERALLY!

Werewolves, I get—to an extent—mostly because of wolfboy Clay (Bitten by Kelley Armstrong). Clay, oh Clay... *sigh* He is simply sinfully finger-lickin’ Nutella-licious, mm mmmm... Me wants lots of that doggie! :P My only complain is his undying want of that weakling Elena. He wants her. ONLY her. Badly bad bad. *GRRR* (Seriously, WHY WHY WHY do all the gorgeous psycho, come-in-your-pants hot, oh-soooo-bad, insane maniacs want the Elenas of the world?!? So unfair!) If someone wants me as bad as Clay wants Elena, I swear I would perish happily... *hearts* *oh-so-dreamy sigh*

Er, what I’m trying to say is, I get the uber sexy, seductive vampires with their “live pretty forever” slogan, and I get the “wolves mate for life” thing that, I guess, makes wolves sorta romantic. (Still, please tell me I’m not the only one who imagines the flesh-tearing-slash-scary-snout-and-teeth-growing thing every time they transform???) But what’s up with the other were-heroes? What is so sexy or romantic about, say, a dragon? Lord knows I’d run away screaming from a scaly monster that might accidentally breathe fire into my vajayjay! *shudder* (It won’t even be furry porn, for crying out loud!!!)

Oh well. Perhaps, like what Bitten did, I’ll come across a good book that’ll make me believe in the fantasy of a dragon as my sexy lovemuffin but right now, er, I haven’t yet. And what about the other weres? Were-panther, were-crocodile, were-goat, were-chipmunk, were-jellyfish? :/

Y’know, heh, now that I think about it, I won’t be surprised if they come up with these *g*:
  • Were-duck – Hero with big, corkscrewy cock. And I mean BIIIIG cock. 17 inches long, variable in shape, from smooth to spine-y, to full of grooves to curly cock he can use as a lasso! Perfect for those who rape the heroine! (Duck cock here.)
  • Were-octopus - Hentai, anyone? (I’m Asian, of course I know of it, you pervs.) Imagine, hero with many tentacles AND suction cups too. *wink*
  • Were-slug - Hermaphroditic with verra exotic mating habits. It’s got aerial acrobatics, mucus ropes and dicks forming a flower-like globe. Pretty, huh? Sometimes the large penises, which wrap around each other in a tight spiral, become so entangled they have to chew off each other’s dick. BDSM paranormal were-slugs galore: ay caramba! (Slug porn here.)
  • Were-ladybird - Ladybirds have sex more often than any other living creature on our planet. THERE’S MORE! They do it every day for 9 hours, are capable of ejaculating 2-3 times per copulation, can have orgasms that last 1.5 hours and have up to 3 orgasms in a row! I KNOW! Imagine all that were-ladybirds erotica lovin’, oh my... Take that, Mark!
  • Were-amoeba - Hero splits into two (or three or four), all changes back to human form: instant threesome—or foursome—or fivesome, baby! :D (Also perfect for “same hero” sequels.)

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

On romance novels and masturbation


I just have to ask, seeing as even Harlot asked me what the “Jimmy Fingers” were: Does no one else here treat her/his body like an amusement park after reading a very dirty sex scene in a romance book? Because if it’s just me, I’m in serious need of counseling LOL.

It doesn’t happen often but when it does, it’s quite fun, my chickies. *g*

Ok, I just have to add this piece of disturbing material I found while googling “romance novel masturbate” to see if there was some extra info I could include in my post and, OMG, this is what some Christian dude had to say on the subject:


My alarm clock read 6:30 a.m. I had an hour before I needed to get ready for church. I crossed the room to my dimly lit closet and rummaged though my secret stash of paperbacks until I found the cover that showed a wild-eyed, barely dressed couple clinging to each other.

After flipping through several chapters, I turned to a graphic sex scene. Sexually excited by what I’d read, I locked my door. Then, I masturbated for the first time. For a while, I’d been curious about whether sex felt as great as the couples in these books seemed to think. [...]

When I picked up that romance novel, I hadn’t planned on masturbating. I simply followed my body’s urges to what seemed like a natural release. But that first experiment soon became a habit [...]

But I couldn’t stop. I almost always ended up locking myself in my room when I read a romance novel. Eventually I didn’t need the books; the images packed into my brain were available anytime.


Oh, good lord. *groan* Romance novels will never be the same for me again. *ACKKKKKKKKKK* I hope I’ve equally disturbed you so I’m not the only one with the nightmares tonight LOL.


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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Something like Passion

We got a lovely email from Jen, one of our darling readers. She wants to know if we could recommend a book similar to Passion by Lisa Valdez.

I’m not a big erotica reader (that meaning I’ve read all of one and it was Passion LOL) so I thought I’d turn over the request to you, guys. How about if we give her a hand? *g*


Hey ladies.

Thanks for the refreshing site. I so enjoy it. Sadly, I’m so out of touch with all things computer, blog, etc. that I don’t understand a lot of what I read. Pathetic, I know. But, I keep coming back, cuz you're both so funny and I’ve gotten good ideas from you. By the way, I LOVED the men in kilts link you once had, but can’t figure out how to find it again. That was fantastic.

Another good discovery from your site... Lisa Valdez. Can’t remember if y’all liked her writing, or not. But, I was so tickled with Passion. Lisa didn’t worry about my “delicate sensibilities” when choosing her words (cunt, cock, etc) or coming up with hot, slick and DETAILED love scenes—well, porn. But, perhaps more importantly, she had enough of a good story (intriguing characters, dialogue, romance) to keep me interested. In the past, I’ve only found good sex... or good story. Not both.

Problem is, I can’t find any more books by Lisa. Can either of you recommend another historical romance author I might enjoy? I figure you’d know best!


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Monday, October 22, 2007

"Wildcat Arrows," what was I thinking?

I’ve been bored to tears all day. Funny how I have so much work to do, refuse to start on it and choose to be bored out of my mind.

I decided I’d kill some of my boredom by cleaning out my computer—which, oddly enough, I love to do. Halfway through my methodical and almost mathematical PC cleaning process, I found this in my blog folder:



What the fuck? I have no idea what I was going to use this for except to disturb you guys as much as I’ve disturbed myself. I thought for sure this was some sort of fake “funny” cover but, no, my friends, this is an actual cover and a real author.


Blazing new trails in experimental fiction is a top priority for Dara Joy. Her novels break all the rules and have captured a huge audience. Her unique works have gone on to receive numerous awards.



Awards? Perhaps they mean something her kids put together out of cardboard paper and glitter.

This poor woman is obviously hated by the Cover Fairy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so much cover fug together LOL. These men look like out of work porn stars from the 70s!


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