Yes, it’s been a while since I posted anything here, but trust me – I’ve picked the perfect way to break my book review fast, with not just one but two books! The Charioteer by Mary Renault and We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian. And let me apologize
The way I write leads me to web searches that make sense if you know the story I’m writing. I’m happy to know I am confusing the heck out of any algorithm or shadow government agency trying to get a sense of who I am. I’m also amused by the
Of all the romance subgenres in existence, the one that has always appealed to me the least is sports romance. Maybe it’s because I don’t like sports (if you went to a high school with the worst football team in the league all four years, you might feel the same).
I’ll admit it: I adore monster romance. Give me a story of star-crossed werewolves from different packs, a dragon hiding in human form who falls for a human, or an ancient vampire who realized they’re in love with their demigod best friend, and I’ll be happy. I won’t just read
The very first romance novel I read was Angel in Scarlet by Jennifer Wilde. This book came into my life when I was thirteen years old and I was visiting my grandfather without my parents. One of the thrills of that visit was that my grandfather let me go to