People are forever asking me what I’m reading, and looking at me strangely when I tell them. I guess they think because I write erotic romance I read it all the time. Not so. I have my favorite authors, of course, but when I’m in the middle of a manuscript I need something totally unrelated so another author’s voice doesn’t bleed into mine.
So what, you ask, do I actually read?
Well, I’ve just finished Waiting For Love, Book 8 in Marie Force’s McCarthy’s of Gansett Island series. This is the story of Adam McCarthy, one of the brothers, and a woman returning to the island after her second romance has exploded. I found this series when Maid For Love, the first book, was offered free on BookBub, and have devoured them all. They are great contemporary romances, both intense and light-hearted and have kept me going on me treadmill for weeks.
I just finished reading Black List by Brad Thor. Talk about a change of pace. Brad writes intense political thrillers that are very much into the current global scene. His books are thoroughly researched and cleanly written and keep me up far too late at night. I just wish he’d find the right woman for his hero, Scot Harvath. What can I say? I’m a romantic!
I also read very dark suspense by Lisa Garner. She’s is such an excellent writer but her books are not for the faint of heart, She really digs into the underbelly of society and not everything ends up neatly packaged. But she does eventually gives her main protagonists happy endings so I can survive the rest of it.
And of course there’s Robyn Carr. What can I say? I got hooked on the Virgin River series when Robyn spoke to my RWA chapter the year the first three books came out. I’ve bought every one since then. Her latest, My Kind of Christmas, has such a heartwarming ending I read the last two chapters ten times.
So when I’m not heavy into my hot sweaty bodies and the intricacies of erotic sex, my mind wanders through the alleyways of the world where danger lurks and in heartwarming stories loaded with sentimentality. That’s my addiction. A hunger I can’t feed fast enough.
And I’m sure I’ll keep doing it!