Hoorah! It is once again time for pomp, pageantry, and pompous whispering about who is wearing what - it’s another coronation ceremony! Becky has correctly guessed this week’s Guess That Lonely Heart: Hope Spencer from Rachel Gibson’s True Confessions. Kneel, Becky, and arise a member of the Smart Bitch peerage!
It’s Friday, it’s the end of the working week, and therefore it’s time for someone to start the weekend off right: with a brand spanky new Smart Bitch Title™. You know the rules: first person to correctly guess the author’s name, book title, and heroine’s name gets a taste of royalty, Smart Bitch style.
Yee haw!
Porsche-driving misbehaving flatlander with secrets seeks hot law-abiding man with his own set of hidden truths to sweep me off my feet, dance a slow two-step, and teach me the finer points of rocky mountain oysters. In return, maybe I’ll try yours. Gently.
Kate was the first to guess all the required information for our last Personal Ad Contest, and you know what that means… No, no, leave the shaved ferrets out of this, we save those for the LOLHOFF winners. Winning the Personal Ad Contest mostly means she gets bragging rights and this magnificent new Smart Bitch title. Kneel, Kate, for we Smart Bitches dub thee:
Yadda yadda yadda IT’S FRIDAY and it just so happens that my steel sieve of a mind is not quite as sieve-y as normal, so we get a personal ad contest today. WOOOOOOOOOT. First person to correctly guess the title, author and heroine’s name will get a brand-spankin’ new Smart Bitch aristocratic title--and for a small fee, a brand-new spankin’ is also available to go with the title. We’re generous like that, we are.
Ready, set...GO!
Scarred young miss with a talent for horses seeks OMGHOT man for one night of passion. Why? Because my husband obeys the Law of the First Husband’s Wang, which states that any non-hero dude married to the heroine in a romance novel must suffer from some sort of erectile disorder. I need to get pregnant FAST, because if I don’t, my husband’s heir will inherit and he’s in a creepy cult. (Seriously, if we were in an episode of The Simpsons instead of a Georgian era romance, the dude would totally be humming “Nananananananananananananananana LEADER, LEADER.") Are you the right man for me? I prefer them cute and heavily concussed from carriage accidents.
Congratulations, Tania, for correctly guessing the answer to last week’s Personal Ad contest. In honor of Gay Pride Month and the piratical theme of the contest, we created the following title just for you. Kneel, Tania, for we Smart Bitches now dub thee:
A website that reviews romance novels from a couple of smart bitches who will always give it to you straight. No bullshit. No gushing--unless the author really deserves it. To find out more, read all about us or check out our minty-fresh and funkadelic FAQ section.
This is not at all directed at anyone here, but I think internalized misogyny is both real and common, and it depresses me to hear about more instances of its strength. However, my reading this week is surprisingly cheering on…
OMG. Follow Your Heart books. I remember these. I had a few that I picked up from the school book fair. It’s about all they had by way of romance back in the day.
Here’s one on Amazon:…
I loved these- being painfully shy it was an innocent way for me to see what guys were thinking- now I know those hot teen guys were usually written by middle age women, but then, it was reassuring to see…
I also remember reading these, not many, but they exist. I don’t remember any titles though.
I remember reading these!! You read her side of the story (in first person) then you flipped the book over and read his side (again, first person). After reading the whole book you got the complete picture of what happened.…
