Unfortunately, my “what I’ve been reading” list is pretty unspectacular this time around. Oh, I’ve been nibbling at dozens of books, but nothing’s really bitten back. The main reading I’ve done has been my own upcoming release, “Playing House”, which hardly counts since that’s for work (although I’m really enjoying reading it as well!)
The main other reading I’ve done has been essentially forced upon me in a way. Despite the fact I’m over here in Australia, the great majority of my Facebook friends are in the US. And most of them have had opinions leading up to the election, and even stronger opinions now it’s passed. On one level it’s important to pretty much everyone in the world. But on a more real level it’s simply none of my beeswax. But it’s been occupying a lot of my attention.
If I were to give that reading any kind of review it would probably be four stars for entertainment value, one star for accuracy, two stars for character development… and I’d probably leave a long and wandering comment about how not a lot of it was believable!
In a general sense, my reading has ranged from bear shifters (both alien and earth-origin) to post-apocalypse (still, including those good ol’ brain munchin’ zombies) to Motorcycle Club dark erotic romance. And a couple of days ago I picked up the three-book boxed set of Tamara Rose Blodgett’s “Death” series. I haven’t started reading it yet, but it’s a series I’m making all new covers for (including that box set), and it’s always a bit of a buzz when you can see your own work on a Kindle!
So really, that’s about it for me. Sorry it’s not more exciting, but I’ve struggled to land a keeper, so to speak.
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COMING SOON – PLAYING HOUSE
Neat freak Lucy has a strict “no boys” policy when it comes to housemates… until fate and finances twist her world into knots.
Curvy redhead Lucy Featherstone has elevated her love of books to a romantic, but whimsical, climax. Her used bookstore has lent comfort during breakups from cheating assholes. It’s given her a sense of precious order in an increasingly chaotic world. And if it could just make her some damn money, everything would be just peachy.
Now, with her best friend moving out, suddenly Lucy’s mortgage is in danger. And the only solution is to break her biggest rule, and let a smelly boy move in. But when that boy happens to smell like sandalwood and sex, and look like a Greek god, Lucy’s grip on her rules—and reality—becomes that much harder to keep.