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Congratulations to Helen for correctly guessing the answer to the year’s final Guess That Lonely Heart challenge. Kneel and accept your prize!

OK, chiclets: last chance of the year to be inducted in the Smart Bitch Aristocracy. From here on out, it’ll be Class of ‘07, and you know Class of ‘06 is soooo much cooler, ohmigawd, like, we were old-school and pissing on Jan Butler and Laurell K. Hamilton like way back when. It was so much better on vinyl.

How do you get to be the bestest brightest shiningest star of 2006? Easy. Be the first to guess the title, author and heroine’s name correctly, and a Smart Bitch aristocratic title will be yours.

As a bonus, once the correct answer is posted, I’ll post a short review of the book in question. If that doesn’t make your shorts burn with excitement, well, I don’t know what will.

Turning Japanese Chinese I Think I’m turning Chinese I Really Think So

Shipwrecked American beauty, adopted by a Chinese big-wig and forced into becoming a delicate Chinese blossom, seeks hot hot American smuggler to stow away with. We will screw and fight our way across the ocean, all the way from China to America, and then we’ll screw and fight while panning for gold during the California Gold Rush. Oh, and watch out for my adopted Chinese brother. He has the hots for me.

Felicitations to Emily, who correctly guessed today’s Lonely Heart, Susannah Faulconer, from Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ Hot Shot.

Kneel, Emily, and arise a member of the Smart Bitch Peerage:

It’s that time again - give us the heroine’s name, book title, and author’s name, and we’ll give YOU a million dollars a Super Fine Smart Bitch Title!™

Let’s Do it on Your Hog.

Daddy’s little girl seeks hot man with a Harley to help me ride off into a whole new life. I’ll be cut off from everything I would have had, but we’ll storm the castle of industry and create a new fortune for ourselves. Then? I’ll dump your cheating ass for the tried and true hero who was there for me all along. 

Apologies to Susan for taking so damn long to get her her prize from the the truly epic personal ad contest we ran last week. (It took over 30 comments before somebody guessed the complete answer. Dude, that is HARD CORE.) Anyway, kneel, Susan, and linger there for as long as you like, until the suspense is excruciating, for we Smart Bitches hereby dub thee: