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Can’t Be Arsed To Read…

Thursday, July 24, 2008
Posted in: random rambling

I haven’t read a new book in two weeks. The last book I read was a Heidi Betts Silhouette Desire. It was ok, but not amazing.

The truth is, I just can’t be arsed tro read at the moment. I think I’m going through yet another mini reading slump. All it’ll take is just one fabulous book to grab me I’m sure.

Any suggestions?

All U Can Eat, by Emma Holly

I had read only a couple of short stories by Ms Holly (“The Night Owl”, in the Hot Blooded anthology, and “The Countess’ Pleasure” in the Hot Spell anthology) before reading this novel, so I had an idea what to expect from her writing. Still, I was nicely surprised by the reality of it.

The usual warning though: This book, considered more erotica than romance, is funny and graphic and definitely not for the faint of heart—or at least, not for the prude and faint of heart. Did I mention graphic? Minors, this is not for you.

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Frankie Smith’s longtime boyfriend just left her for another woman, but she doesn’t have much time to nurse her broken heart. Her diner, All U Can Eat, is as popular as ever, and the people of Six Palms want their appetites satisfied…

When the body of a wealthy local woman is discovered in a nearby alley, it’s Frankie who falls under suspicion. But the truth is, chief Jack West has an all-consuming attraction to the sexy proprietor—and he knows placing her under arrest isn’t going to improve his chances of winning her.

Determined to clear her name—and to get to know the ultra-responsible police chief better—Frankie joins Jack on a roller-coaster ride of an investigation, uncovering Six Palms’ raciest secrets. And as the twists and turns are revealed, letting go of their inhibitions begins to seem like the most natural thing in the world…

For those keeping track: this blurb isn’t more than half way accurate. Frankie is not the only suspect and she doesn’t investigate the murder. (more…)

Love is a man who will open his mind to read the books you like**, and then tells you, and everyone within hearing distance, “this is damn good writing.”

Deeper love is a man who will read those self same books out loud to you–from first page to last, over the course of a few days.

True love is a man who hears you sighing over Roarke and Navy SEALs, and then has this and this shipped to you.

**And yes, I do mean romance novels 😀