Brawny Blondes!!
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Welcome Back
Although we've never really been gone.
Mollie moved to Japan to attend college and I'm working full time in a surgeon's office. Carolyn is still here too, she's reading, painting and singing badly at me on the phone.
And we still have this blog.
We're not really overly romance readers/writers anymore. Although we both still love the genre it takes a lot more to engage us.I'm currently reading more non-fiction and Carolyn is well, she reads everything but if it doesn't engage her quickly she's on to the next.
So we've been talking about the blog and have agreed that even when we end up silent for years, it's still a form of home for us. And personally, I've been feeling a desire to write again. Nothing major. Nothing fictional. Maybe just a wish to shout into the void and feel heard.
And for the sake of disclosure I do want to mention that I've started therapy because I'm having serious displacement with empty nest syndrome. Mollie is thriving in Japan and I've never been prouder but I'm lonely and sad and unsure of my place in this world.
So that's where I'm at. Politics will be discussed. Romance novels, as well as vaginas, menopause, anger and sorrow will be discussed.
When Carolyn and I first met, her husband John was driving a big truck, she was working as a medical biller, Mollie was 4 years old, I liked sex and we were devoted fans of Carlos Marin. Carolyn lost John to lung cancer, she retired, she prefers to look at brawny blonds. Mollie is in college, sex is a distant memory, and well, I like K-Pop and K-Pop boys.
Everything changes.
But we always have this blog to come home to.
Mollie moved to Japan to attend college and I'm working full time in a surgeon's office. Carolyn is still here too, she's reading, painting and singing badly at me on the phone.
And we still have this blog.
We're not really overly romance readers/writers anymore. Although we both still love the genre it takes a lot more to engage us.I'm currently reading more non-fiction and Carolyn is well, she reads everything but if it doesn't engage her quickly she's on to the next.
So we've been talking about the blog and have agreed that even when we end up silent for years, it's still a form of home for us. And personally, I've been feeling a desire to write again. Nothing major. Nothing fictional. Maybe just a wish to shout into the void and feel heard.
And for the sake of disclosure I do want to mention that I've started therapy because I'm having serious displacement with empty nest syndrome. Mollie is thriving in Japan and I've never been prouder but I'm lonely and sad and unsure of my place in this world.
So that's where I'm at. Politics will be discussed. Romance novels, as well as vaginas, menopause, anger and sorrow will be discussed.
When Carolyn and I first met, her husband John was driving a big truck, she was working as a medical biller, Mollie was 4 years old, I liked sex and we were devoted fans of Carlos Marin. Carolyn lost John to lung cancer, she retired, she prefers to look at brawny blonds. Mollie is in college, sex is a distant memory, and well, I like K-Pop and K-Pop boys.
Everything changes.
But we always have this blog to come home to.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Women Do The Heavy Lifting
Kamala Harris 2020!!
Although honestly, right now I'm excited about 3 out of 4 of the Democratic women running. (Not surprisingly I despise Tulsi and didn't vote for her in our local election either). But wow: Kamala.
What excites me is that we need a woman to come in and clean up the mess the RepubiTrumps did. Get in and clean up the government, throw the protections back on our environment. You know, save the motherfucking planet. The shit that men can't be bothered to do.
Speaking of men not being worth the meat sack they reside in: my brother replaced my spark plugs so I love him to death. However...
Lola is dying.
Lola is my SIL's mother. 92, severe dementia and dying. She's at home, hospice comes in every day and she's stopping eating and drinking. She is dying.
But she's not dead yet. She's alive and in our house and needs 24 hour care. So who do you think provides that care? If you guessed the women, you'd be right. Even my daughter has helped clean Lola's ass and held her hand. It's what we do. We're women.
And my useless but I love him brother? He avoids. He lets the women do the work. He keeps his eyes forward so he doesn't have to see the shit on our hands and tears in our eyes.
Lola is dying.
Did you know that Medicare is paying for the hospice nurse and aides that come in daily to help the SIL clean her mother up and access the catheter and the meds and the dying woman's pain levels. The same Medicare that the Republinuts want to cut. Kamala wouldn't. Kamala and the other women know that our mothers shouldn't have to lay in their own filth and someone has to turn them onto their sides and wipe the mess and apply the salve and brush the hair from her face and tell her she's loved.
Lola is dying and so are giraffes and lions and decency and our rights. And Kamala is a woman of color and I think it's so unfair that I want her to be my president so she can clean the shit this country has become but it's what women do and we understand that we have to do it.
We have to do it.
Because Lola is dying. And so is America.
Although honestly, right now I'm excited about 3 out of 4 of the Democratic women running. (Not surprisingly I despise Tulsi and didn't vote for her in our local election either). But wow: Kamala.
What excites me is that we need a woman to come in and clean up the mess the RepubiTrumps did. Get in and clean up the government, throw the protections back on our environment. You know, save the motherfucking planet. The shit that men can't be bothered to do.
Speaking of men not being worth the meat sack they reside in: my brother replaced my spark plugs so I love him to death. However...
Lola is dying.
Lola is my SIL's mother. 92, severe dementia and dying. She's at home, hospice comes in every day and she's stopping eating and drinking. She is dying.
But she's not dead yet. She's alive and in our house and needs 24 hour care. So who do you think provides that care? If you guessed the women, you'd be right. Even my daughter has helped clean Lola's ass and held her hand. It's what we do. We're women.
And my useless but I love him brother? He avoids. He lets the women do the work. He keeps his eyes forward so he doesn't have to see the shit on our hands and tears in our eyes.
Lola is dying.
Did you know that Medicare is paying for the hospice nurse and aides that come in daily to help the SIL clean her mother up and access the catheter and the meds and the dying woman's pain levels. The same Medicare that the Republinuts want to cut. Kamala wouldn't. Kamala and the other women know that our mothers shouldn't have to lay in their own filth and someone has to turn them onto their sides and wipe the mess and apply the salve and brush the hair from her face and tell her she's loved.
Lola is dying and so are giraffes and lions and decency and our rights. And Kamala is a woman of color and I think it's so unfair that I want her to be my president so she can clean the shit this country has become but it's what women do and we understand that we have to do it.
We have to do it.
Because Lola is dying. And so is America.
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! (let's hope for impeachment)
2019. Who knew we'd live so long?
Started the New Year off not really doing anything I planned. I did get my pictures hung (Carolyn, you look great on my walls!), getting another skull in the Etsy store and reading. I planned to sew but didn't. I planned to wash my walls but didn't. I planned to nap and did.
Here's hoping that 2019 is the year of Pelosi. Two years of Trump has been terrible for the sanity of normal people and the decline of decency has been hard to watch. Here's to Team Pelosi!
Okay: resolutions. I no longer do 'em. In the last few years it's been themes of what I need to learn and I relaized that this year it's so scattered... Mollie will go to college but that doesn't bother me that much. More than anything I'm just concerned with how the finances will work. I'll know soon enough.
So my theme this year is: none. There are things I hope to acheive and plans made but somehow this year is too wide open to settle.
I want to become friends with my finances. I want to overcome my bad financial decisions and have a healthy relationship with my money.
I want to keep creating. Quilting (my joy). Writing. Painting.
I want to hone my anger and sarcasm into a weapon that could castrate a man with a simple word.
I want to have a library of woman strong movies and books to give me power.
No more bullshit in my life. I'm trying to see how that works. I'll keep you updated.
Started the New Year off not really doing anything I planned. I did get my pictures hung (Carolyn, you look great on my walls!), getting another skull in the Etsy store and reading. I planned to sew but didn't. I planned to wash my walls but didn't. I planned to nap and did.
Here's hoping that 2019 is the year of Pelosi. Two years of Trump has been terrible for the sanity of normal people and the decline of decency has been hard to watch. Here's to Team Pelosi!
Okay: resolutions. I no longer do 'em. In the last few years it's been themes of what I need to learn and I relaized that this year it's so scattered... Mollie will go to college but that doesn't bother me that much. More than anything I'm just concerned with how the finances will work. I'll know soon enough.
So my theme this year is: none. There are things I hope to acheive and plans made but somehow this year is too wide open to settle.
I want to become friends with my finances. I want to overcome my bad financial decisions and have a healthy relationship with my money.
I want to keep creating. Quilting (my joy). Writing. Painting.
I want to hone my anger and sarcasm into a weapon that could castrate a man with a simple word.
I want to have a library of woman strong movies and books to give me power.
No more bullshit in my life. I'm trying to see how that works. I'll keep you updated.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
What Will 2019 Bring?
Aloha all.
This blog has been quiet for awhile and I apologize. Carolyn and I are far from done with it... in fact, Carol told me it's time to update and change and I'm up for the challenge.
Hopefully everyone got through Christmas okay. I was not very seasonal. Mollie is starting to emotionally separate from me, no doubt a natural thing as she prepares to leave the house and go to college and her own independent life. But it leaves me a little forlorn.
On the bright side: I'm sarcastic as shit and openly scornful of those deserving scorn and life is changing for the better. One day I'll give an account of the shitshow that is my working environment and my sudden change of attitude and how it's throwing the status quo off. Nothing like an old bitch with no shits to give dealing with a young bitch with no brains to use.
Ha.
Carolyn has had some major changes in her life. She has a roommate: her sister Moe. Moe is a do-it-yourselfer and very big on painting any surface that can be painted and decorating and well, driving Miss Carol crazy. Big smiles though because Carolyn is doing all the things now and stepping out of her comfort zone and what can be better than that?
Still quilting. This is my first full sized quilt that I made my sister for Christmas. It took over 2 months and it was crazy hard and so much fun to make.
So time for New Years and resolutions. But that's another post for another day.
Happy holidays everyone!!
This blog has been quiet for awhile and I apologize. Carolyn and I are far from done with it... in fact, Carol told me it's time to update and change and I'm up for the challenge.
Hopefully everyone got through Christmas okay. I was not very seasonal. Mollie is starting to emotionally separate from me, no doubt a natural thing as she prepares to leave the house and go to college and her own independent life. But it leaves me a little forlorn.
On the bright side: I'm sarcastic as shit and openly scornful of those deserving scorn and life is changing for the better. One day I'll give an account of the shitshow that is my working environment and my sudden change of attitude and how it's throwing the status quo off. Nothing like an old bitch with no shits to give dealing with a young bitch with no brains to use.
Ha.
Carolyn has had some major changes in her life. She has a roommate: her sister Moe. Moe is a do-it-yourselfer and very big on painting any surface that can be painted and decorating and well, driving Miss Carol crazy. Big smiles though because Carolyn is doing all the things now and stepping out of her comfort zone and what can be better than that?
So time for New Years and resolutions. But that's another post for another day.
Happy holidays everyone!!
Friday, September 28, 2018
Shedding Your Skin and Turning 60
Yesterday I turned 60 and I was wary, waiting for the sudden despair of age to drag me into its depths, the misery of youth having flown and death coming closer.
It never happened. In fact, I spent most of the day giddy and delighted. Joyful to be alive, blessed to be loved and accepted and feeling creative and vital.
Sixty is when I realized that I really am out of fucks to give.
Sixty is when I accepted that the white men on this earth are not my allies, younger women are not my models and I have lived a life full of despair that has afforded me this life full of joy. Sixty is feeling marvelous (except for my knees which need replacement, like, yesterday).
Things I realized: as I celebrated with family and friends, I saw how the women all brought energy and awareness to the celebration, bringing the food and gifts to nourish me (emotionally and literally) and the men sat back and brought nothing. They ate the food, hadn't helped in choosing gifts and didn't lift a finger to clean up afterwards.
Women brought the effort, the emotional care and the pleasure.
On my birthday when Dr. Christine Blasey Ford relived the trauma of her sexual assault in front of a room of old white men and showed courage, committment and more love of this system than any of them will ever know, I knew, as did everyone, that their choices would not change but the women in this world would. ME TOO is no longer a catch phrase to say we've been hurt, it's the words to start a revolution.
I was raised to try and please others. Look pretty, speak softly, let go of anger. And I never understood why I couldn't be that womam. I'm loud. I'm not pretty. And I've spent my life furious as person after person has told me that anger is holding me back.
Not any more, bitches. I'm SIXTY fucking years old and my anger is righteous. My fury is fire and beauty and LOUD AS FUCK! You don't like it well that's a shame for you because this old woman is out of fucks to give, out of politeness and out of sweet. These are my honest years now. This is when I finally don't care about being liked.
Men have touched us, fucked us and made us apologize for our tears. Other women try to quiet us because we make them feel uncomfortable for having loud voices. No more whispers.
That polite skin is shed and I'm ready to slither into the world with my teeth exposed, my venom dripping and motherfuckers, you better hide because this woman just doesn't give a damn anymore.
Welcome to the revolution, fuckers.
It never happened. In fact, I spent most of the day giddy and delighted. Joyful to be alive, blessed to be loved and accepted and feeling creative and vital.
Sixty is when I realized that I really am out of fucks to give.
Sixty is when I accepted that the white men on this earth are not my allies, younger women are not my models and I have lived a life full of despair that has afforded me this life full of joy. Sixty is feeling marvelous (except for my knees which need replacement, like, yesterday).
Things I realized: as I celebrated with family and friends, I saw how the women all brought energy and awareness to the celebration, bringing the food and gifts to nourish me (emotionally and literally) and the men sat back and brought nothing. They ate the food, hadn't helped in choosing gifts and didn't lift a finger to clean up afterwards.
Women brought the effort, the emotional care and the pleasure.
On my birthday when Dr. Christine Blasey Ford relived the trauma of her sexual assault in front of a room of old white men and showed courage, committment and more love of this system than any of them will ever know, I knew, as did everyone, that their choices would not change but the women in this world would. ME TOO is no longer a catch phrase to say we've been hurt, it's the words to start a revolution.
I was raised to try and please others. Look pretty, speak softly, let go of anger. And I never understood why I couldn't be that womam. I'm loud. I'm not pretty. And I've spent my life furious as person after person has told me that anger is holding me back.
Not any more, bitches. I'm SIXTY fucking years old and my anger is righteous. My fury is fire and beauty and LOUD AS FUCK! You don't like it well that's a shame for you because this old woman is out of fucks to give, out of politeness and out of sweet. These are my honest years now. This is when I finally don't care about being liked.
Men have touched us, fucked us and made us apologize for our tears. Other women try to quiet us because we make them feel uncomfortable for having loud voices. No more whispers.
That polite skin is shed and I'm ready to slither into the world with my teeth exposed, my venom dripping and motherfuckers, you better hide because this woman just doesn't give a damn anymore.
Welcome to the revolution, fuckers.
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Carolyn's October Book Orders (and some of September)
Books, books, books. I keep ordering books; it's something of a bad habit now because I just don't have the reading urge anymore. Or at least not as strongly. Still, I'll not cancel anything because they all sound good and I know eventually I'll dive in and read them all. Just not quickly, that's all, lol.
First of all the last of September.
1. Hot Winter Nights
Author: Jill Shalvis
Publisher:
Releasing: 9/25/18
Price: $6.99
Moriarty's shadow looms large. First, Charlotte's half brother disappears. Then, Lady Ingram, the estranged wife of Charlotte's close friend Lord Ingram, turns up dead on his estate. And all signs point to Lord Ingram as the murderer.
First of all the last of September.
1. Hot Winter Nights
Author: Jill Shalvis
Publisher:
Releasing: 9/25/18
Price: $6.99
Most people wouldn’t think of a bad Santa case as the perfect Christmas gift. Then again, Molly Malone, office manager at Hunt Investigations, isn’t most people, and she could really use a distraction from the fantasies she’s been having since spending the night with her very secret crush, Lucas Knight. Nothing happened, not that Lucas knows that—but Molly just wants to enjoy being a little naughty for once . . .
Whiskey and pain meds for almost-healed bullet wounds don’t mix. Lucas needs to remember that next time he’s shot on the job, which may be sooner rather than later if Molly’s brother, Joe, finds out about them. Lucas can’t believe he’s drawing a blank on his (supposedly) passionate tryst with Molly, who’s the hottest, smartest, strongest woman he’s ever known. Strong enough to kick his butt if she discovers he’s been assigned to babysit her on her first case. And hot enough to melt his cold heart this Christmas.
I usually like Jill Shalvis but I don't like the brother's friend and sister trope. I'll have to see what Shalvis does with it.
2. Phoenix Unbound
Author: Grace Draven
Publisher: Penguin Group
Releases: 9/25/18
Price: $4.99
A woman with power over fire and illusion and the enslaved son of a chieftain battle a corrupt empire in this powerful and deeply emotional romantic fantasy from the USA Today bestselling author of Radiance.
Every year, each village is required to send a young woman to the Empire's capital--her fate to be burned alive for the entertainment of the masses. For the last five years, one small village's tithe has been the same woman. Gilene's sacrifice protects all the other young women of her village, and her secret to staying alive lies with the magic only she possesses.
But this year is different.
Azarion, the Empire's most famous gladiator, has somehow seen through her illusion--and is set on blackmailing Gilene into using her abilities to help him escape his life of slavery. Unknown to Gilene, he also wants to reclaim the birthright of his clan.
To protect her family and village, she will abandon everything to return to the Empire--and burn once more.
Every year, each village is required to send a young woman to the Empire's capital--her fate to be burned alive for the entertainment of the masses. For the last five years, one small village's tithe has been the same woman. Gilene's sacrifice protects all the other young women of her village, and her secret to staying alive lies with the magic only she possesses.
But this year is different.
Azarion, the Empire's most famous gladiator, has somehow seen through her illusion--and is set on blackmailing Gilene into using her abilities to help him escape his life of slavery. Unknown to Gilene, he also wants to reclaim the birthright of his clan.
To protect her family and village, she will abandon everything to return to the Empire--and burn once more.
Love Grace Draven and this sounds real interesting.
3. Strong: A Stage Dive Novella
Author: Kylie Scott
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Inc.
Releases: 9/25/18
Price: $2.99
When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
Love this series; I've been wanting Sam to find his love. You go, Sam!
That's all for September (that's 'cause there's not much of September left!) Onward to October.
1. The Hollow of Fear
Author: Sherry Thomas
Publisher: Penguin Group
Releases: 10/2/18
Price: $9.99
Under the cover of "Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective," Charlotte Holmes puts her extraordinary powers of deduction to good use. Aided by the capable Mrs. Watson, Charlotte draws those in need to her and makes it her business to know what other people don't.
Moriarty's shadow looms large. First, Charlotte's half brother disappears. Then, Lady Ingram, the estranged wife of Charlotte's close friend Lord Ingram, turns up dead on his estate. And all signs point to Lord Ingram as the murderer.
With Scotland Yard closing in, Charlotte goes under disguise to seek out the truth. But uncovering the truth could mean getting too close to Lord Ingram--and a number of malevolent forces...
I'm invested in this series now, will probably read the first two to refresh my memory.
2. Rocky Mountain Cowboy Christmas
Author: Katie Ruggle
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Releases: 10/2/18
Price: $5.68
When firefighter and single dad Steve Springfield moved his four kids to a Colorado Christmas tree ranch, he intended for it to be a safe haven. But he never expected danger to follow them to his childhood home...
Or that he would come face-to-face with the one girl he could never forget.
Folk artist Camille Brandt lives a quiet life. As the town's resident eccentric, she's used to being lonely—until Steve freaking Springfield changes everything. Brave and kind, he's always had a piece of her heart, and it doesn't take long before she's in danger of falling for him again. But as mysterious fires break out across the sleepy Colorado town, Steve and Camille will have to fight if they want their happy family to survive until Christmas.
Love Katie Ruggle too. Damn.
3. An Easy Death (Gunnie Rose Book I)
Author: Charlaine Harris
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Releases: 10/2/18
Price: $7.99
The beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series, the inspiration for HBO’s True Blood, and the Midnight Crossroad trilogy adapted for NBC’s Midnight, Texas, has written a taut new thriller—the first in the Gunnie Rose series—centered on a young gunslinging mercenary, Lizbeth Rose.
Set in a fractured United States, in the southwestern country now known as Texoma. A world where magic is acknowledged but mistrusted, especially by a young gunslinger named Lizbeth Rose. Battered by a run across the border to Mexico Lizbeth Rose takes a job offer from a pair of Russian wizards to be their local guide and gunnie. For the wizards, Gunnie Rose has already acquired a fearsome reputation and they’re at a desperate crossroad, even if they won’t admit it. They’re searching through the small border towns near Mexico, trying to locate a low-level magic practitioner, Oleg Karkarov. The wizards believe Oleg is a direct descendant of Grigori Rasputin, and that Oleg’s blood can save the young tsar’s life.
As the trio journey through an altered America, shattered into several countries by the assassination of Franklin Roosevelt and the Great Depression, they’re set on by enemies. It’s clear that a powerful force does not want them to succeed in their mission. Lizbeth Rose is a gunnie who has never failed a client, but her oath will test all of her skills and resolve to get them all out alive.
Set in a fractured United States, in the southwestern country now known as Texoma. A world where magic is acknowledged but mistrusted, especially by a young gunslinger named Lizbeth Rose. Battered by a run across the border to Mexico Lizbeth Rose takes a job offer from a pair of Russian wizards to be their local guide and gunnie. For the wizards, Gunnie Rose has already acquired a fearsome reputation and they’re at a desperate crossroad, even if they won’t admit it. They’re searching through the small border towns near Mexico, trying to locate a low-level magic practitioner, Oleg Karkarov. The wizards believe Oleg is a direct descendant of Grigori Rasputin, and that Oleg’s blood can save the young tsar’s life.
As the trio journey through an altered America, shattered into several countries by the assassination of Franklin Roosevelt and the Great Depression, they’re set on by enemies. It’s clear that a powerful force does not want them to succeed in their mission. Lizbeth Rose is a gunnie who has never failed a client, but her oath will test all of her skills and resolve to get them all out alive.
I liked the Midnight series; not so much the Sookie one. So this will be a tossup Fingers crossed.
4. Band Sinister
Author: K J Charles
Publisher: KJC Books
Releases: 10/11/18
Price: $3.99
Sir Philip Rookwood is the disgrace of the county. He’s a rake and an atheist, and the rumours about his hellfire club, the Murder, can only be spoken in whispers. (Orgies. It’s orgies.)
Guy Frisby and his sister Amanda live in rural seclusion after a family scandal. But when Amanda breaks her leg in a riding accident, she’s forced to recuperate at Rookwood Hall, where Sir Philip is hosting the Murder.
Guy rushes to protect her, but the Murder aren’t what he expects. They’re educated, fascinating people, and the notorious Sir Philip turns out to be charming, kind—and dangerously attractive.
In this private space where anything goes, the longings Guy has stifled all his life are impossible to resist...and so is Philip. But all too soon the rural rumour mill threatens both Guy and Amanda. The innocent country gentleman has lost his heart to the bastard baronet—but does he dare lose his reputation too?
Guy Frisby and his sister Amanda live in rural seclusion after a family scandal. But when Amanda breaks her leg in a riding accident, she’s forced to recuperate at Rookwood Hall, where Sir Philip is hosting the Murder.
Guy rushes to protect her, but the Murder aren’t what he expects. They’re educated, fascinating people, and the notorious Sir Philip turns out to be charming, kind—and dangerously attractive.
In this private space where anything goes, the longings Guy has stifled all his life are impossible to resist...and so is Philip. But all too soon the rural rumour mill threatens both Guy and Amanda. The innocent country gentleman has lost his heart to the bastard baronet—but does he dare lose his reputation too?
If the cover feels familiar, well, Ms Charles said she channeled Georgette Heyer while writing this book. This ought to be a doozy.
5. Archangel Prophecy
Author: Nalini Singh
Publisher: Penquin Group
Releases: 10/30/18
Price: 7.99
Return to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly passionate Guild Hunter world, where human-turned-angel Elena Deveraux, consort to Archangel Raphael, is thrust center stage into an eons-old prophecy…
Midnight and dawn, Elena’s wings are unique among angelkind—and now they are failing. The first mortal to be turned into an immortal in angelic memory, she’s regressing. Becoming more and more human. Easier to hurt. Easier to kill.
Elena and Raphael must unearth the reason for the regression before Elena falls out of the sky. Yet even as they fight a furious battle for Elena’s very survival, violent forces are gathering across the world. In China, the Archangel Favashi is showing the first signs of madness. In New York, a mysterious sinkhole filled with lava swallows a man whole. In Africa, torrential monsoon rains flood rolling deserts. And in Elena’s mind whispers a haunting voice that isn’t her own.
This time, survival may not be possible…not even for the consort of an archangel.
Midnight and dawn, Elena’s wings are unique among angelkind—and now they are failing. The first mortal to be turned into an immortal in angelic memory, she’s regressing. Becoming more and more human. Easier to hurt. Easier to kill.
Elena and Raphael must unearth the reason for the regression before Elena falls out of the sky. Yet even as they fight a furious battle for Elena’s very survival, violent forces are gathering across the world. In China, the Archangel Favashi is showing the first signs of madness. In New York, a mysterious sinkhole filled with lava swallows a man whole. In Africa, torrential monsoon rains flood rolling deserts. And in Elena’s mind whispers a haunting voice that isn’t her own.
This time, survival may not be possible…not even for the consort of an archangel.
This is the 11th book in this series! O.o
6. Shades of Wicked
Author: Jeaniene Frost
Publisher: HarperCollins
Releases: 10/30/18
Price: $6.99
In this thrilling new Night Rebel series set in New York Times bestselling author Jeaniene Frost’s Night Huntress world, sexy and ruthless vampire Ian finally meets his match!
The Rule Breaker...
Master vampire Ian is unrepentant, shameless…and every shade of wicked. He’s made one too many enemies in his two centuries of existence, including Dagon, a demon who now lays claim to his soul. Ian’s only chance to escape Dagon is to join forces with a Law Guardian, but he's never been able to abide by the rules for long.
The Law Maker...
Veritas’ normal role is police, judge, and jury to reprobates like Ian. But she has her own ax to grind with Dagon, so if she can use Ian as bait...well, all’s fair in law and war. As they scour supernatural hotspots to perfect their trap, Veritas soon realizes Ian’s carefully cultivated, devil-may-care roguish image hides something much more powerful. And Ian discovers Veritas has shocking secrets of her own. As they’re drawn to each other with a passion as intense as their peril, either love or justice will prevail. But each will have devastating consequences.
Glad to see Ms Frost back in the saddle, I've missed her. :-)
Well, that's it until November, when I'll try to return with more releases.
Happy reading, y'all!
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