A Book Review!

I know, where have I been? Well right after I joined WANA and started this blog, my health went so far into the toilet, I’m now dating one of the Ninja Turtles. Luckily, I got better because I don’t want to go on the cart. Anyhoo….

BOOK REVIEW!
The picture has me feeling hot too
Feeling Hot
by Elle Kennedy
Samhain Publishing Ltd.
August 21, 2012

In tight quarters, anything can happen.

An Out of Uniform Story

It’s been a rough month for Navy SEAL Cash McCoy. Fresh off six months of celibacy during his deployment, he almost got into a hot blonde’s panties before they were interrupted. Since then, he still hasn’t gotten laid. The reason? He lost her number. And no other woman has replaced her face in his fantasies.

Then his CO asks him to keep an eye on his sister for a few weeks. Just until her psycho stalker ex is transferred. Cash’s new houseguest is none other than the same gorgeous, quirky blonde. And just his luck—his orders include an emphatic hands off.

Jen Scott is having none of it. Now that she has a second chance, she’s not letting Cash slip away. Orders be damned, he’s the one man capable of helping her explore her sexuality. She’s even willing to break her own rule—never date military men—to get the gorgeous SEAL into her bed.

Except Cash makes it clear he wants more than she bargained for. Much more. Not just her body, but the one thing she promised herself she’d never give to a man in uniform. Her heart.

Warning: Sexy SEAL? Check. Sassy heroine determined to seduce him? Check. Scorching hot sex bound to make you blush? Double check. A threesome and some man-on-man action? Triple check. You’ve been warned.

– source Amazon.com

Short review: Oh my. Please read that in a George Takei voice.

Want more detail? Well, I’m happy to expand. H-O-T on so many levels. Hot guys, hot sex, hot fun. If you download this onto your Kindle, don’t blame me if it overheats in your hand. That hot.

That said, there were a few suspensions of disbelief that have to be sustained to enjoy the story. Do all Navy SEALs have threesomes ALL THE TIME? I mean I loved the sex in this book, but none of these guys stormed a beach without a guy on his six if you catch my meaning. No, not that way. I mean that a girl didn’t become a girlfriend/wife unless she’d got a shuddering O (or five) from at least one other member of the squad. If this is reality, I really wasted my youth. Also it was never awkward the next day, but I guess if you always go in as a team what’s to be awkward about?

Jen (and the rest of the girls in the book) were too perfectly gorgeous for the real world too, but while normally this is a huge negative for me, I didn’t much mind it this time. None of them were too stupid to live and they were well written. This whole book was well written. Either there weren’t any cringe-worthy words/typos or the story was too well written (read the sex was too hot) for me to notice any flaws in the writing. There were laugh out loud moments and the dialogue made sense. Well to the done. A-

Legal stuff: I purchased this book on recommendation from another reviewer (Smexybooks is SMEXY) and I am not being paid for this review.

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What Kind of Author Am I?

That’s a good question. That’s also the first assignment from my blogging class. The Road to Success Part One – What Kind of Author Are You blog post from Kristen Lamb asks the same question (it says so right there in the title, see?). So what kind am I?

Well, that’s kind of complicated. My only published book over here is what some would consider a Young Adult book. It’s about an early twenty-something trying to get his start in the world. Am I a Young Adult author? I don’t think so. Why? You should have seen the things I edited out before I settled on the final draft you can purchase for your Kindle, Sony, Nook, iPad, whatever. Parents do not want their little angels exposed to what rolls out of my mind when I take the pin out of the flood gate.

I took a stab at romance. I can’t finish one.

I took a bigger stab at erotica. It sold, but not enough to earn my $10 minimum at Amazon. I tell myself it’s the price point, but if I’m honest it’s that I wasn’t comfortable with the end product and it came through in the prose.

I’m only humorous when I’m angry or making fun of myself.

I get bored reading anything that could be labelled literature therefore I don’t see myself being able to stay awake long enough to write something literary.

I’ve tried writing mystery and crime. I get tripped up in the details. (*note to self – finish reading that book about outlining and plot)

I want to be a romance writer. I like happily ever afters. I like pretending I’m taller, slimmer, have a better job, and my eyesight isn’t as bad while I write. Does that make me a romance writer? Does being able to land a plane on a flight simulator make me a pilot? Heavy sigh.

What am I? I’m struggling.

You know what? That’s a good thing. Struggling means I haven’t given up the fight. So yeah, I’m a struggling author. That’s me! That’s what kind of author I am! I bet I’m not alone.

The end of the world as we know it

A lot of people think the world will end in December of 2012, but I think the Mayan who made the calendar just ran out of space on the rock. That said, this is the end of MY world as I know it.

Why? I’ve paid actual real money for an online class to force me to end my drifting and commit to being a grown up, big girl panty wearing writer of blogs and books. I’m hoping the community will support me right out of my hermit cave and into returning the favor.

You know it would serve me right if the world ended in 2012. I shouldn’t have waited so long. What are you waiting for?

Hello cruel world!

The world is a cruel place, but the cruelty can be lessened by applying humor. Or if the cruelty isn’t lessened, humor takes the barb off the red hot painful pokey end.

As grandpa used to say “might as well smile – it doesn’t cost extra.” I’m sure hundreds of other people said it too, but he was the first one who said it to me. He also called me Pee Wee, but thankfully he was the only one who did that.

Bedtime. Good night, cruel world!