So my two best friends, co-bloggers at my daily romance books and fellow authors got together this weekend at a writers retreat. We traveled far and wide to see each other in person because it just doesn't happen often enough. We live in three different states. Florida, Oklahoma, and Kentucky. And even though we talk from the moment we wake up to the time we go to bed, like all day, every day since the beginning of forever (more like a few years, but get off my back. They're small details when you think of our friendship) there's nothing better than being able to give your BFFs big squishy hugs or force them to smile in public with the ramblings you yell out. Or flash the other one on a balcony and then realize someone else on another balcony saw you. That didn't really happen or anything...)
Anyway... We talk. About everything but our main focus is everything books, and what we like to read. We gush about new finds and old favorites. I read more than they do, but they're more functional as adults than I am. While they're ruling the world, I'm wearing the same pair of yoga pants for the fourth day with a stack of finished books next to me and I smell like Lionel but you know what? It's all about priorities and maybe one they'll get theirs straight. Pfft.
We don't always like to read the same things. But once in a while we'll gang up on the lone woman out and force them to read something we both loved. Like we did to Josie with THIS MAN. Jenni and I love us some Jesse Ward. The book is ridiculous when you translate it to real world happenings. I get it. I remember reading it after Jenni told me I needed to and texting her as I read saying shit like, "I would murder him in his sleep if he ever tried that shit with me," and then ten minutes later if be all, "Hell yeah! Throw me against the wall! Woo!"
It's fiction and I love that is can be off the wall in fiction. I don't think about the logics of all real world things while I'm reading because I know it's a book. My main goal is to be entertained.
The good thing about the three of us is the debates these books bring. They get heated. We make our cases and stand by our leading men. Or we bash the ones we hate into eternity. Jenni just wants Jesse to carry her like a monkey. I'm cool with that. I want to be manhandled. Josie thinks we're both fucking nuts and slapped a big DNF on that bad boy when she got to a pivotal scene and told us both to fuck off. Honestly. I'm surprised there weren't like 15 memes to follow it up and a bunch of gifs. Our friendship is strong and that's how we are. We tell each other to fuck off with ridiculous memes multiple times a day and move on to the next topic. No one gets butt hurt because their opinion was honest and not the same as our own. I laughed at her reaction.
I wasn't offended by it because hey it's her take on it. Just more Jesse for Jenni and I to wrestle over. In the end, it all comes down to knowing what you like and respecting that not everyone else will feel the same. XO- Vanessa
Everyone has been talking about branding for quite a while and I just nodded and ‘mmhmmed’ without really thinking about it. What I had before was a half ass brand. I wasn’t fully committed to it or what it was all about. I watched other big authors brand themselves, my friends were doing it and then I got off my lazy ass and watched Rachel Hollis’ class about branding. She said something that made all of the gears click together in my brain and start turning like a well-oiled machine.
“The cattle rancher is going to look at the brand on the side of the cow to know who the cow belongs to. That’s branding. When you can look at something and immediately know- That’s my cow.” – Rachel Hollis
I had an author logo and I loved it. While it had elements that I felt helped define me and my amazing designer did exactly what I asked her to… something didn’t sit right. I wanted a sleeved Rosie the riveter and I thought yup, that’s me. I have a huge Rosie tattoo on my inner bicep, I’m heavily tattooed, I was a mechanic for ten years and I love what that icon stands for. But somewhere deep down it didn’t feel quite authentic and maybe because that is only a small part of who I am.
While I watched Rachel’s video the first thing she said was:
It was as if I was trying too hard to be cool and relevant with the overdone Rosie. Let’s face it, every rockabilly chick out there has a thing for Rosie the Riveter. So how do I stand apart from everyone else? How did this logo and this brand say anything about being a chronic reader who also enjoys writing?
I am part retro-obsessed/part nerd/part tattooed rebel/part snarky and sarcastic nut and part bookworm. How could I throw that all into a giant bowl and make that work for me in all areas? I had no idea. Talk about sounding like the world’s worst tattoo client — strolling in off the street saying I want all these elements in a two-inch space. They’d laugh in your face and throw your ass out the door. None of this even came down to me reaching deep and finding out who I am. Do you want to know the truth? My best friend was playing with something for her own logo and for our blog when she showed me what she’d made to represent me.
I fell in love immediately. Maybe it takes someone who knows you a little better than you know yourself to help you navigate your way back to who you are. The avatar she created for herself is to die for and it encompasses everything she is. Somehow she managed to capture that for me as well.
Over at My Daily Romance, we’ve been working on ideas for the brand of our blog for a while and Jenni Moen has come up with something fabulous. Jenni and Josie Bordeaux are the visually creative ones while I’m more design impaired. They carry my dead weight when it comes to that stuff. We decided cross promotion between that blog and our individual pages would be a great way to go.
Saturday, I made the leap and now I finally feel like I found something authentic. (It’s all her doing.) I wear glasses most days because I’m too lazy to fool with my contacts and they’re my security blanket. My nose is always stuck in a book, and I don’t smile often. A symbol of a heart encompasses all I’ve been through with my health and I use one every time I sign something. The font looks exactly like my signature. My new logo couldn’t be more perfect.
I belong to a few author groups and in one of them, branding as a topic comes up often. One author posted about not knowing where she fit in or how to market because she wrote in different genres. Another prominent author took a look at her website and replied she had no specific brand.
After thinking about it for a while, I thought Oh shit. I have the same exact issue. I have books in different genres but then I realized they all fit under the umbrella of my brand ‘Sass, snark and a dash of romance’. Each of them has all of those elements.
So I finally feel like I’m moving forward because I figured out who I am as a blogger (I use that term loosely) and writer… What I want my voice to be and how I’m going to do this writing gig. All of my books are being reformatted and it’s exciting to feel like I’m actually putting “my stamp” on them.
2016 has started off with a healthy (my daughter says otherwise) obsession with fictional characters. I’ve been on a binge read since the beginning of the year, making my way through popular series who have taken the world by storm. They’ve sucked me in and spit me out at the end, not knowing which way was up.
On more than one occasion I’ve wondered how will I go on? What am I going to do with myself now that it’s over? Some book hangovers are of epic proportions and nothing else on deck appears like it could fill the void. If you’re a fellow bookworm, I don’t have to explain any of this to you. You understand. We’ve all traveled and lived many lives through the power of the written world.
The funny thing is trying to explain this to non-readers. My husband asks me constantly:
“How do you read so much?”
The answer is simple. I would rather read than do anything else. Maybe there are other hobbies out there, I doubt it, but they will never compare to a good book. The goal I’ve set for this year is to devour ten books a month. Which isn’t really a lot… but that keeps me from being completely consumed by a fictional realm and forgetting things I have to do — like be a wife and mom, write a few books and be an all around functional human. The last bit is questionable at best, but hey I’m not trying to impress anyone.
No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I have at least one book with me. Typically, I don’t leave the house without my kindle and a paperback. The few times I have, I felt naked. If someone else is driving — I’m reading. My family complains I am the worst travel partner ever. If we have to wait anywhere, my nose is stuck in a book. The other night we went to go see Allegiant and I was in the middle of reading Stars Above fromThe Lunar Chronicles. During the previews — I read. I can’t help it. It’s a problem I don’t really see as a problem.
I finished The Lunar Chronicles last night … all 3,072 pages of it and there is a stack of new loves waiting for me to fall for, but I can’t bring myself to move on yet.
I don’t know about you, but I love nothing more than reading about flawed characters. Through their pain and misfortune, we as readers are able to connect to them on a real level within a fictional realm. No one’s life is perfect and if they say it is, they’re a liar. Our imperfections and perceived flaws make us who we are. There is no difference when it comes to fictional characters, or as far as I’m concerned there shouldn’t be.
When I can connect on a level of brokenness with a literary hero or heroine, it opens the floodgates of emotion, making me step into their world one page at a time. Sure there are so many angst-filled books out there, but some of them lack the depth of reality.
“I read to escape my mundane or chaotic everyday life.”
No shit. So do I. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be on the same level with a character in some way through their pain. I’m sure we’ve all experienced pain in one way, shape, or form. It may not have to be in the same context in order to have sympathy for someone else. I’ve never had cancer nor has anyone in my immediate circle, but when my best friend told us her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, I immediately made a care package to send to them both. Was it actually helpful? Who knows. The one thing I do know is it raised their spirits– if only for a moment. I felt a level of sympathy with them that even though I had no experience of that issue, I know what it’s like to be sick and afraid.
Whether a character is ill, a victim of abuse, dealing with loss, tragedy or any other form of grief, it makes them better, full of depth and real. Maybe I’m a little morbid because I want to connect with characters through their pain, but if I can walk in their shoes through their sorrows that only lifts my spirit when they experience joys.
Reading is such a subjective thing and they say no two people read the same book. We all have our opinions on what we like to read, when and why. I’m a mood reader. That can take me from something gut wrenching and have me blubbering like an idiot to reading a rom-com, grinning so hard my cheeks ache. I’ve lived a thousand lives and traveled a million miles through the eyes of other characters and their journeys. This is why I read. It’s a part of who I am. What about you?
The next feature I want to talk about can’t even be summed up into one book. It’s more about the author and the obsession I now have with her. So I may not have reached stalker status quite yet but, give me time. One day, I will force her to be my friend. (If she ever reads this she will probably start filling out the restraining order immediately.)
This is really another case of me seeing her name thrown around a lot in the indie community, but never really putting on my inspector gadget hat to do any further investigation.
How stupid was I? But then I saw the cover of the first book I want to talk about and everything about it made me gigglesnort, elated and just down right giddy. The cover alone told me everything I needed to know to capture my interest and sent me scrambling to Amazon. I one-clicked before I ever read the blurb.
Go ahead. Take a gander.
Oh, and make sure you look closely… At everything.
Okay, seriously? Wipe the drool off your mouth. Be a lady! We can openly gawk, but you don’t have to be disgusting about it.
You just went and one-clicked didn’t you?
Yes, yes you did ya’ liar!
Here’s why I don’t blame you, nothing about this book disappointed me. Not only was it a sports story which I’m finding I enjoy more and more with every read, but I found it refreshing. It was snarky and funny and the shy girl got to make fun of the hot guy.
How awesome is that? Total freaking roll reversal from every 80’s to late 90’s movie out there.
This wasn’t Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles. (I’m not hating on Molly Ringwald. She’s my girl and no there’s no restraining order there either, or is there?) Here, the nerdy girl doesn’t get the guy because he just never noticed her before. Oh, no no. In this story, our heroine owns the hero from the second she lays her eyes on him, he just doesn’t know it yet… Dun, dun, dun!!!!
Okay, it’s obviously more subtle than that… but you get my drift.
While I read this story, I laughed my ass off and I also fell in love with Penny Reid. She and LH Cosway together are pure magic. Sure, I’ve read plenty of books that have made me smirk or smile, however, nothing has ever made me laugh out loud the way this did. When you have a sweet character with a foul mouth like Annie, nothing makes me happier.
The Hooker and The Hermit had everything I needed. Equal parts hilarious and angst. As far as I’m concerned, the balance was utter perfection.
So if you haven’t read this gem yet… Get off your butt and do it. I promise you won’t regret it.
Check it out here
I’m sure you’re wondering why I consider myself a stalker after reading one book right? Well, as soon as I finished reading The Hooker and The Hermit, I ran my happy, large, cookie eating ass right back to Amazon and one clicked the first book of Penny’s Knitting in the City Series, Neanderthal Seeks Human. It’s free. I had nothing to lose. There was no risk. I already adored a title she co-penned, surely this one would be just as awesome, if not more so. Once again I found myself clapping like a seal who’d just found the very last fish in the sea.
My husband told me he was left to fend for himself over the next week as I devoured every available book Penny had in her series. That was a total of 1,913 pages in a matter of eight days. For me, that’s a damn accomplishment and I deserve a medal. Thank you. Thank you very much.
When an author can create a group of friends so tight knit (Tehehe, see what I did there Shark fans?) and make each character so three-dimensional you wish you could jump right into the story and be a part of this crazy group of friends, that’s something special. These may just be fictional characters to some but, to Penny fans, they’re real.
I now care deeply about Quinn, my favorite quirky lovable Janie, hard as nails Elizabeth, No-nonsense Sandra, Sweet and loveable Ashley, Smart and fiesty Kat, and I’ll kick your ass mama-bear, Fiona. They all come with hunky men we come to love in the forms of Nico, Alex, Drew, Dan the security man and Greg. If you could ever belong to a group of people, these are the people you would want in your corner. End of!
Each book follows a different girl from their merry group of awesome on her quest for love and self-discovery. Penny is my drug of choice when it comes to Rom-Com. She was my first introduction into the genre and I have to say no others have been able to top her genius. A lot of the time when you read a book with big words or trivia in it, it makes you feel stupid, but after every book I read of hers I come to realize two things.
You’ll wish you were Janie and Quinn was your leading man.
You’ll never get enough of these two.
The push and pull between Elizabeth and Nico will have you pulling and pushing at the pages to find out what happens next.
Sandra and Alex made me believe in the unbelievable.
Ashley and Drew pulled on my heartstring until they broke and the Winston brothers strung everything back together again. (My new neighbors are named Drew and Ashley. This is a sign Penny and I should be BFF’s!)
I can’t wait for this freaking book!!!! Fiona, I can’t wait to know ALL your secrets!!!
And finally we have the one thing Penny fans couldn’t get enough of. A series of short stories with all of our favorite couples. Huzzah! Plus it gave us what we’ve all wanted. Fiona and Greg.
Now that we’re all caught up on our knitting let’s just move over to another fast favorite of mine.
I was getting ready to jump on a flight to Las Vegas and I wanted to load my kindle with plenty to read. Flying is not my favorite thing in the world, and I never dig having my personal space cramped by strangers. The illusion of seclusion with my noise canceling headphones and my kindle are a sign that say, “Piss off.”
My charger was packed, I had two paperbacks in my purse as a backup, the problem was I just didn’t know what I wanted to download. And then I saw Penny was releasing a serial called the ELEMENTS OF CHEMISTRY. Instantly I downloaded the first book, ATTRACTION which was available and pre-ordered HEAT. They both arrived on my kindle the day we left town.
Immediately I was sucked in by Kaitlyn and Martin and this aggravated my husband, who loves to talk on planes. Sorry, babe but a girl has to get her read on! While he made excited, mindless chit-chat about my hometown with the woman on the other side of me, I ignored them both and devoured the first book. Playing tourist isn’t high on my priority list when we visit Vegas, but the hubbz still gets caught up in all the hub-ub the city has to offer. Other than seeing my sister, all I could think about was what happened next with my new favorite duo.
I finished HEAT and was dying from the epic cliffhanger Penny left us with. CAPTURE wasn’t going to be released for another couple of weeks and I thought I was going to die. (She warned of the cliffy, I knew what I was getting into but I’m a complainer anyway.) Now, let’s be real here. Penny did us a huge solid by releasing a few weeks apart and not making us wait months for the next part, but I’m more impatient than my two-year-old and I want it now!
A few weeks later the last book popped up on my kindle and I squealed in delight like a pig whose family decided they no longer liked bacon. (Chumps. Bacon is next to Godliness. I’m kidding. Not really? You don’t mess with a lady’s bacon.) Kaitlyn and Martin had all the feels and just as much laughter as you’re used to with any Penny book. So, if you’re slacking and haven’t picked these gems up yet, do it to it. And the best part is you don’t have to wait, they’re all available for mass consumption!
And finally let me tell you about an amazing set of brothers you were first introduced to in the Knitting in the City Series.
The Winston Brothers.
The first book in the series TRUTH OR BEARD follows Jessica James and the beautiful, ginger bearded, twin Winston brothers, Beau, and Duane. Mistaken Identities, infatuation, first love, over-protective families, and a biker gang?
Um Hello? Is your clicky finger primed and ready?
You won’t be sorry.
Your status as a bonafide Penny freak will be complete for the time being.
And you will thank me for yelling about so much awesome in one place!
Get your laugh on. Xo- Vanessa.
I blog, but I’m no blogger. I couldn’t even begin to hold any of their jockstraps. Granted, do they even make lady jockstraps? Is this a thing? This post is already going sideways, see how easily I get distracted? Ooh, shiny syndrome. I have it. Squirrel! Anyway, If you are a blogger, thank you for all that you do.
Back to the point of this whole she-bang. Have you ever read that one book that just stays with you long after you’ve finished? Well, while I was playing around with my very neglected website I remembered my ‘Indie Love’ section and how unloved it’s been. Bad, bad Nessie. The entire idea behind this section was to scream about all the things I love because Lord knows I have a big mouth. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Last year I saw was scrolling in one of my author groups when I came across a post about a taboo book with a priest.
I was all over that like a fly on shit! So, immediately I stalked the author and forced her to be my friend. You think I’m kidding, but really, that’s how it went down. (And yes she’s still my friend and we stalk each other equally now, so there) She sent me an ARC and I was rocking in a corner sobbing after the first chapter.
This chick didn’t know me from Adam yet, but she wanted me to tell her what I really thought. Hah. Big mistake to tell me that. My mama raised me to be opinionated. Whether or not this is a good thing? I think it depends on who you ask. haha. The jury may still be out. Anywho, I think I messaged her while I read the entire thing. She got a kick out of every one of my reactions. You ever get that wide range of emotions while you’re reading and you’re not sure whether you’re coming or going?
Five minutes later I was like Holy Shit Batman what just happened?
And then for a little while everything is good and happy again.
And then you get your teeth kicked in. All of the air in your lungs is purged from your body and your jaw is scraping the floor like a caveman dragging his club.
So after the most epic plot twist in the history of plot twists, ever (no spoilers here and yes I’m being cryptic for a reason) I sat back for a while (It took me a week to wrap my head around this book) and started thinking about what it took to weave this story together the way she did.
My conclusion? She's a damn genius.
I don’t want to go into details about characters or what the story is about because I think it would give too much away. I wanted to share more of my reading experience with you. This story was such an emotional rollercoaster I ran to Amazon and bought everything else she had because I couldn’t get enough of her writing. I love when an author can do that. Evoke raw emotion in me and two years later I can sit here and remember what it was like to read that book for the first time.
So, if you love books that take you on a journey you never saw coming. Something that will be completely different than what you think it will be going into it and is 100% thought provoking… You need to meet Jenni Moen and read With The Father.
I hope you smile, gasp, cry your eyes and bask in the brilliance of this book. Then we can we can discuss all the finer details once you’re in the know!
Do you ever see that book cover blasted all over Facebook, everyone is raving about how amazing the book is, but for some really dumb-ass reason you’re just not ready to jump on the bandwagon yet?
I find myself doing this all the time. It’s not like I’m hesitant to eat the cookie, we all know how I feel about cookies. And yes, my analogy is about food people. Get your damn minds out of the gutter. (Ironic isn’t it? Since that’s where my mind typically lives.)
Anyway, back to our topic… I know the book will be good, all of these people wouldn’t be raving like loons about it if it wasn’t, right? So, the only logical conclusion I can come up with is the fact I choose what I read based off my moods.
My kindle still has things I one-clicked a year ago that I just don’t feel like reading yet, so I’m not going to. Ugly cry type-stuff. Nope, I’m just not ready. You know you do the same thing. Don’t act like you don’t do it too.
By now I’m sure you’re tired of my babble and you want to know what book I skipped over for far too long. I’ll give you a hint. It had a super hot guy on the cover, scrabble tiles and you practiced saying the author’s name aloud like thirty times trying to figure out how to pronounce it…
That’s right it’s Word Play by Amalie Silver.
No? Was that just me?
You’re a damn, liar. You know damn well you practiced saying her name too. For the record, I found out it’s pronounced like Emily but with an Ah at the beginning. (Ah-mi-ly.) You. Are. Welcome!
Now on to the book. Huzzah! I remember I started this book at like ten in the evening after I’d put my kids in bed. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m a cover to cover kind of girl when I’m interested in something. And that’s exactly what happened.
This story was beyond refreshing. A hot male author writing romance under a pen name that no one knew was actually him. Let’s face it a lot of authors have pen names for various reasons, but this gave us an inside look into what happens behind the scenes in the author world. Or that’s what it felt like anyway.
At the time, I was still a newbie (I still am, don’t burst my bubble) and I found myself wondering Ermergerd, is this what really happens? Is that what it’s like at a convention? To meet with an agent?This book is so freaking cool! I want to be this author when I grow up!
Alter egos, mistaken identities, hot bathroom sex, and a plethora of snarky banter?
Um, who the hell wouldn’t want to read all of that?
Secrets. Secrets could destroy everything. Will they?
I guess you’ll have to one-click this bad boy to find out won’t you?
There were parts I sat on my bed yelling at my kindle, hoping to God my baby wouldn’t wake up in her crib. (which was next to my bed at the time.)
I know all of this sounds so vague and I’m not giving a ton away, but hey, I don’t want to give you a summary of the entire book. What fun would that be? I want to tell you I loved it and I think you will too.
Now go buy the damn thing so we can gab about it! Xo- Vanessa
I’m new to the Indie game. Pretty much an unknown and hey that’s totally okay. With time, five people might know who I am. Huzzah! There are still a lot of well-known Indie Authors out there I’ve never even heard of. When I’m talking to a fellow book junkie and they ask if I’ve read something by someone not on my radar… My eyes are bugging out of my head with excitement.
Some of these authors have hit USA Today, and The New York Times Best Seller lists and I’m still like, who? It has nothing to do with them or their work and everything to with the fact I live under a rock, what can I say?
That was how I came across the next author and her total mind fuck of a masterpiece I want to shout about, with my big fat mouth. Last year, I found out about a signing in Cincinnati and went completely bonkers I hadn’t heard anything about it. How dare someone not tell me right? Hah. I didn’t really run in any book club circles and what I knew about signings was limited at best. All of the tickets to the event were completely sold out and my soul was crushed into a million pieces.
So, I contacted the promoter about the following year, wanting to know what the skinny was on everything. She told me they had an available spot for me for the upcoming event if I wanted it.
After I was done running around like a pre-pubescent girl who’d just won concert tickets on the radio to One Direction, I scrambled to get things in order for my first signing. Heartless had just released a couple weeks before hand and I was one giant ball of nerves. (There’s a point I promise, I’m getting to it.) At the signing, I was submerged into greatness. There were so many household names there that I *did* actually recognize and whose books I loved, but I was too scared to actually talk to them. As far as I was concerned, in no way was I on their level or considered a peer.
No. Just, no.
There was an author to my left who had a line a mile long with readers who couldn’t wait to talk to her or get her Jane Hancock in their paperbacks. At the time, I had no idea I was sitting next to a freaking Mastermind! No wonder these chicks were eating all the candy off my table with their sights set on only one person…. The one and only, New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author, Aleatha Romig.
Consequences is the first book in Aleatha’s Consequences Series and it falls into the Suspense/Romantic Suspense categories. At the time, I was on a strict romance kick and wasn’t really looking to deviate from the genre. Total dumbass right?
Don’t be stupid and only stick to one genre. By doing that, you’re shutting yourself off to an entire realm of incredible books out there that will completely blow your damn mind.
If you’re wondering what finally made me pick it up, I couldn’t tell you because frankly I don’t remember. All I know is I could kick myself for not doing it sooner.
Let’s flash forward to when I was finally introduced to Mr. Anthony (Tony) Rawlings and Ms. Claire Nichols. Holy mother of God this book is messed up. Girl meets a tall, good-looking, mysterious stranger, and the next thing we know she’s been abducted. Dun, Dun, Dun!!!!
I mean here is the opening line of the book. If this isn’t a hook, I don’t know what is.
“The fade into consciousness happened slowly, like the melting of ice. The water was still present. It just changed form.”
You’re afraid for Claire as this monster emerges from the shadows and she has no idea what to expect. Her entire world has shifted upside down and she’s forced to rely on her captor and his staff. The things he does to her are completely deplorable and you LOATHE Tony.
The way Aleatha crafts this story and weaves it together has you all…
And then at some point something shifted for me. I’m not sure if the expert mind games in which Tony played worked on me the way they were supposed to work on Claire…Or if I’m just a total freak with some kind of readers Stockholm Syndrome myself. But I kind of started to have a love-hate relationship with Mr. Rawlings.
This story is not for the feign of heart. There were heavy themes of kidnapping, rape, domestic abuse and mental warfare. But if you’re able to separate yourself from the realities of the situations and look at the story for what it truly is…fiction…then you may find you’re a sadistic little twit that enjoys the darker side like me. This was my introduction to suspense, thrillers, and romantic suspense. I have to say I became a junkie because of how twisted and brilliant this story is.
Maybe I say this a lot, but it’s how I feel. If a story can evoke so much emotion from me I don’t know whether I’m coming or going, or if I should love or hate a character then they’re a mastermind. That is talent and that’s the kind of stuff I want to read.
So, this is a challenge to all readers out there. Take a chance on something new. I know I am thrilled I did. I found a new author I can’t get enough of. There’s now an entirely new genre for me to explore because of her. Thanks, Aleatha, you are my gateway drug to a new sadistic paradise.
READ THIS BOOK! It will leave you reeling and then you’ll scramble for the next one because you’re dying to know what happens. You won’t be sorry.