Disclaimer: If zombies, threesomes or Jello salads make you squirm (and not in the good way), you may want to back out of this post immediately. The book I’m discussing this week is probably one of the weirdest things I’ve ever read, romance or otherwise. It’s by Charlotte Stein, whose work I have long enjoyed,
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East of Ecstasy Bourbon Peach Ice Cream
I admit it. My reaction to most paranormal romance has been eye rolling. It’s ridiculous because I love fantasy and even some horror; my first “book boyfriend” was the Phantom of the Opera. It’s also unjust to dismiss an entire sub-genre because of some horrible covers you once saw fifteen years ago. For the record,