Let’s talk about meal planning. Wait, what? How does that have anything to do with romance? Well, it doesn’t. Except that instead of stopping at the grocery store every night on your way home from work, perusing the aisles for dinner ideas, you could be home reading. Or writing. Or whatever you do. Mainly I
I’m a pretty cerebral romance reader. It’s rare that I read one book by an author that so transports me I can’t write anything intelligent about it, much less two. So when it comes to Alexis Hall’s work, I’m three books in and still struggling to write anything coherent, both because it’s just not how
Today’s post has nothing to do with romance. And that picture has nothing to do with this recipe. But this post is all food all the time. I tried out a new recipe from a favorite food blog a couple weeks ago and was quite pleased with the final product, but not with the amount
I love the old Harlequin Presents romances I pick up at thrift shops and used bookstores, mainly out in the hinterlands of Virginia: their heroine-centric perspectives, island and glamorous European settings, strong heroes who read like real people. But they are often just the slightest bit dissatisfying. Some endings seem rushed. The hero falls heads
There are generally several common features to romances that star billionaire CEOs. Overwhelmingly, the CEO is the hero, not the heroine. There’s also better than average chance that he’s into BDSM (and he’s the top, natch). He probably doesn’t actually do all that much work over the course of the novel and, since it’s a
Normally I put my disclosures at the bottom of the post, but the book I’m featuring today is a special case. This isn’t a review. It’s cover copy and a recipe and a heads up that One Kiss with a Rock Star by Shari Slade and Amber Lin went on sale yesterday. Having been a
Whining on Twitter is surprisingly fruitful. I highly recommend it. After reading Andi Marquette’s post on Queer Romance Month about how there “isn’t much interest in f/f” I was like, “But…I’m interested in f/f…” So I poked around on Amazon and GoodReads a little bit and queried Megan Mulry, who had mentioned the post on
Summer Chaparral by Genevieve Turner broke a long reading streak I had of historical romances that just weren’t all I’d hoped for. Don’t get me wrong: I love me some Regencies & Victorians. But they do seem to suck up a lot of the historical limelight. Sure, there are Westerns and Civil War romances and
Five Dates by Amy Jo Cousins is a bright, optimistic romance, the sort of story it’s unusual for me to fall head over heels in love with. I tend to like my romance served with a side of angst and wonkity darkness. But while older, out-of-dating-practice Devin and younger retail-job-loving Jay have some pain in
