by SB Sarah • Friday, November 07, 2008 at 09:00 AM
Jill Sorenson had a hell of a time picking the winners of her ARC. Not only are you guys well read, but you have a huge discography of musical knowledge, too.
Jill says:
It was a lot of fun to read the comments and suggestions. Ah, the bitchery is wise.
It was so hard to pick the winners! Some of the ideas were very close to ones I’d already suggested to my editor (Fall Into Me). And others made me laugh out loud (Pounce On Me, It’s My Wildlife). But I picked these:
Missy AnnCOVER ME Alyc LAY ME DOWN
Kim Boler I FALL TO PIECES maris_32 INTO THE WILD Inez KelleyHUNGRY EYES, TAKE ON ME
Congrats to the winners! You can with your contact info to get your delicious, shiny ARC. Thanks for playing!
by SB Sarah • Friday, November 07, 2008 at 07:16 AM
If you’re tired of the political wonkage, skip the video below the fold, which is so full of dry sarcasm that I snorted a whole mess of times. If you’re in the mood for silly: enjoy this one.
What, you tempt yourself with political humor? Ok then, thanks to Kate Rothwell, we have The Onion News Network’s coverage of “the terrible aftermath” of Barack Obama’s presidential victory. His supporters have nothing to talk about:
by SB Sarah • Friday, November 07, 2008 at 07:00 AM
Nicole writes:
Okay, I have absolutely no desire to read this book (again), but I’ve got to know what it is. It’s the first wall-banger I ever came across and I did literally throw it across the room and even remember making a dent in the wall. I read it about ten years ago, so it’s most likely mid 90’s or earlier.
Anyways, it’s set in the US, I think during the Alaskan gold rush. Heroine is some socialite or heiress or something. Anyways, through some circumstances that I don’t remember, she ends up going to Alaska, I think to find her betrothed. I swear she ends up prostituting herself because she’s broke. Which I think is where I threw the book across the room. I remember it the writing being completely over the top and most likely there were bodices being ripped. So help, anyone know of any formerly wealthy prostitute heroines in the Klondike?
I vaguely remember that there was a lot of blue on the cover. I know, my memory is bad, but I’ve really been wanting to remember what book this was.
Oh...wow. Ho in the Snow?! Someone must remember this one. I hope!
by SB Sarah • Friday, November 07, 2008 at 04:00 AM
Shanna writes:
I have been looking for a book for a year now, a historical romance I read back in the 90’s.
The book started out with a scene of a very young girl looking for her kitten in the hull of (her father’s?) ship, knowing she was told not to go down there. She ends up being raped by two crew members.
Then it flashes forward years later, she is the captain of a ship.
Now, she either robbed one of the hero’s ships, or the king/queen sent him to find her, can’t quite remember but then the story follows that he is looking for her “Phantom Ship”, unaware that she is in fact a woman- though I don’t thinks she is disguised.
I know at one point he boards her ship with permission, he wants information from her.
If you can remember this book, I will spread my praises for you far and wide! lol
Thank you for your time!
Shanna (yes, named after that damned book! lol)
I’m not sure if I could read this one, but if her ship is the Black Pearl, I am cheering this heroine on. And I’m cheering on Shanna, who was named after another book I can’t read.
by SB Sarah • Friday, November 07, 2008 at 01:00 AM
Jess writes:
This book is a little older, probably 10-15 years, as I remember reading it in high school. It was your garden variety Victorian (or possibly Regency) romance: well-bred miss marries redeemable rake. It may even have been a marriage of convenience struck between the two, but none of that matters. The only pertinent detail I remember is the hero’s business ambitions. A Birds of Paradise brothel (yay! theme whore houses!). Hubby’s plans are not without some contention on the part of the heroine, but he goes ahead with them up to the very last minute. While auditioning the first chick, a canary doing a tap dance on his man-parts, he realizes that plumed hookers are not nearly as entertaining as one would originally assume. Unfortunately, as soon as he has the opening-a-whore-house-might-not-endear-me-to-my-wife and-please-get-your-foot-off-my-manhood epiphany, none other than well-bred miss walks in the door. And that’s it. All I remember.
I tried Googling Birds of Paradise brothel, but upon reflection, it was probably not the best search phrase. So I know it’s only one scene, but you have to admit, it’s kind of unique and I’m hoping it stuck in someone’s memory better than mine. Help! Please!
Anyone else find this one absolutely hilarious? “Google the Birds of Paradise Brothel?” Best. Euphemism. Ever.
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.
Okay, I’ve played this game before and it’s a no-win situation. The best thing the person can do is tell her writer friend that she cannot allow their friendship to be tied to the success or failure of her novel.…
Tough one--very tough. Most of my friends self-publish because A. They are as deluded as I am, and B. None of us KNOW anybody--it’s hard to climb a cliff wall with no toeholds and no equipment.
My mom bought them for me several years ago at a little shop that mostly sells sweaters imported from some South American collective. They had all kinds of gloves and mittens and things, some lined and some not. …
Entertainment Weekly has a review up for the movie. They gave it a B. The fact that they called Edward a combination of Romeo, Heathcliff, James Dean and Brad Pitt all rolled into one wanted to make me throw up.…
The pair i have, however, are so wonderful-- rainbow, and lined with bright yellow fleece in the hand parts and the mitten flap-- that I’m sort of glad it’s cold enough to get them out again.