Reading
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Most of my readers are probably aware that, despite not being a huge fan of romance as a genre, it’s a genre I’m trying to read more of to understand a bit better. Of course, there are a lot of free and discounted romance titles out there, and, being a book whore, that certainly helps…
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So, I finished my first book of the year the other day (yes, technically, it’s a novella, but the copy I have has 200+ pages, so it counts): The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells. It is my first H.G. Wells book and hopefully not my last. The man is a sci-fi treasure, and it’s a…
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” ‘It’s crazy how we always think we have time to tell people we know just how we feel, and then they can be gone in a heartbeat and we missed our chance.’ “ “Mommy, May I?” by A.K. Alexander We’ve all heard of Chekov’s gun, yeah? If there’s a gun in the first act,…
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In my continuation of this series highlighting the kick-ass women that populate my Aryneth books, we take a look at the second and third books for the Third Asyentai arc, The Sun-Scorched Land and To Cross A River of Blood, where we meet two young women with unexpected importance to the party of heroes and…
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So, it’s Friday, I have the day off, my paychecks and bills aligned in such a way that I actually have a little spending cash to go shopping and buy some nice things for the apartment, I got my first official Amazon review for Soulless (thanks, Lauralynn!), so I want to do something a little…
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“‘…The only equal weapon I’ll ever have is my wits. But without knowing things, my wits are like a bow with no arrows. Don’t leave me disarmed.’” “The Sharing Knife Book 3.: Passage” by Lois McMaster Bujold Of the books in Lois McMaster Bujold’s The Sharing Knife series, the third book Passage is so far…
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I am very, very, very pleased to be helping out and joining the cover reveal party for Elaine Jeremiah‘s new release, Reunion of the Heart, a romance to be released by the end of August (keep your eyes peeled for the official date!). I think the cover is so stinkin’ cute that it’s gotten me,…
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“Marcel woke the next morning in a forest shrouded in the silver robes of a fine mist. Others might have said it was beautiful the way the wisps of fog clung to the trees. Their eyes might have picked out the moss and lichen that spotted the beech trees so delicately and the thick mats…
L.S. Engler 