Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Early for Valentine’s Day, but I’m not complaining
Coming soon from fabu romance publishing company Glassgiant.com:
Gee — thanks, Kate!
It’s only fair to mention that Kate found the site from Merry. By the way, as flattered as I am to have Summer write a whole novel about me, I’m not sure I understand the back cover.
At least I’m still above Creationists.
D.
DAMN! How’d you know?
Jeez Winter, You been sneaking around on Summer’s computer or something??
Except I was thinking the froggy picture and the tagline: “he refused to mate until he met the arachnid lady. No one says no to her and lives to tell the tale. A cross-species story of love and redemption.”
OH and just to wander off on a tangent, did you know that in the romance community there is a dispute about whether or not werewolf romances are bestiality (a big no-no)? I think the general consensus is as long as the hero is human form (the wolf is almost always the dude) it’s not a problem.
There is a GREAT review from Mrs. Giggles all about a romance featuring a whale of something. Most of the review is her snickering and saying Thirty feet! nudge nudge wink wink!
Damn, girlfriend, you are QUICK.
I don’t think I’d want to read a love scene in which some poor woman waxed lovingly on (hmm — wax on, wax off; wax on, wax off) ‘the size of Rover’s hairy member.’ Would you? I didn’t think so.
But the undead are okay, I take it?
At least I’m still above Creationists.
The very definition of being ‘damned with faint praise’.