Redonk Nutshell: Rich girl looking to make it on her own finds herself drawn to enigmatic CEO Bared to You by Sylvia Day comes across as something of a direct challenge to the success of E L James’s Fifty trilogy. It’s hot, it’s filthy, and it’s actually been edited before publication (WHO KNEW!?!?!?).  It won’t rocket your intelligence to the next

This week’s quote is from the upcoming release from Charlotte Stein, Make Me.  “Just…” he starts, only there’s no finish. His hands make frustrated patterns in the air, instead, before returning to that crazy hair. And then I’m just left to interpret this new form of sign language. Which I do. In the worst possible way. “You want me to not touch

Secrets are like plants. They can stay buried deep in the earth for a long time, but eventually they’ll send up shoots and give themselves away. They have to. It’s their nature. Just a tiny green stem at first. Which slowly, insidiously grows taller, stronger, unfolding itself, until there it is. A big fat secret, right in front of your

If it was true that moss did not have roots…perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.  Redonk Nutshell: Troubled young woman finds direction through a gift with flower design and the Victorian meaning behind each plant The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh is April’s book selection for The Dilettantes, the

“Do you know, Madame, what happens to a man who spends decades in the dark, then steps suddenly into full sunlight?” “No, sir.” She heard him expel a breath. She smelled the smoke, a warm pungency that swirled about them both. “He is blinded by the light,” said Stuart Somerset. “And I don’t want to be blinded…” Redonk Nutshell: Doomed lovers reunite

This week’s quote is from Sylvia Day’s Bared to You.  It’s straight up pornographic. And it’s awesome.  HA-CHA-CHA! You are officially forewarned. His smile was both wicked and delighted,and it made my chest tight. “I want to feel my cum in you when I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about

“She dug her nails into her palms and told herself she had no choice. “I, Theodosia…” She gulped for air. “…take thee Alexander…” She gulped again. “…to be my awful wedded husband…” Redonk Nutshell: An arranged marriage between a down-on-her-luck pampered socialite and a salt-of-the-earth circus performer results in serious fireworks May’s Retro Read! This was a random library find

He’d been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness – it was only love, had always been love, he supposed.  It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Redonk Nutshell: A friends-to-lovers story of a woman who runs from an arranged marriage with

“Apologies,” he said roughly. “I don’t like anyone coming up behind me.” Theresa nodded. “I can see that. Would you please release my bosom?” He stayed where he was, his hard body pressing her against the wall, close enough to kiss but not doing so. “I don’t want to,”  he murmured. “Her heart skittered. “Do so anyway, Colonel.” She ordered.

I’d rather spend the rest of my days living in the shadows with you than walking in the sunlight all alone. Redonk Nutshell: Eldest sister is wary of the mysterious man that is allegedly a vampire courting her sister Caroline Cabot has been looking after her two younger siblings since the death of their parents many years ago. When her

Boyfriends, she’d decided, were like seashells. Every once in a while you found  pretty one to put in your pocket, but most were broken, some were sharp, some had a bad smell. Words of effing wisdom. From Layover, by Megan Hart   http://www.fastemailsender.com

Thanks to the Free Library of Philly (SHOUTOUT!) I’ve gotten my hands on a bunch of Megan Hart’s short stories. Is it just me or are there others out there that feel an inflated sort of accomplishment when you’ve read nearly, if not all, the entire collection of a certain author?  Yeah. That’s me.  Except I still have a long