I had a lovely little excursion last month, during which I actually read things. I’d forgotten how lovely it was to sit back on a lovely summer night with a beer and a book. It became an addicting activity, and since I made the mistake of booking at a place that has no Internet, I tore huge chunks out of my TBR pile. And since I’d been looking to add a few reviews (okay, not so much reviews as fangirl squeeing and shout outs to the authors who made it happen …) I figured now would be a good time.
Justine Elyot’s Confessions of a Kinky Wife was something I had already started before leaving, and I BURNED through the rest of it at record speed. I love stories about every day people, where the conflict is just the type of conflict you’d expect from every day people, and you don’t need some elaborate fantasy to really root for the characters.
If you get to the last page of this and aren’t madly in love with both Dan and Pip, then I just honestly don’t know what to do with you. For me, the only complaint is that anything written by Justine immediately sets off my need for instant gratification. I want to buy all her books and read them at once, but then when I get to the end I’ll have no more and then I’ll be pestering her for more.
I next dived into Saskia Walker’s anthology, Watching Lois Perform. Saskia really writes her alpha characters well, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s an alpha male or female. While I’d love to gush at length about “The Devil You Know,” I’d have to say the stand-out story here is “Sign Your Name,” a brilliant fetish story.
One again struck with the need for instant gratification, I went through my library for the other stories written by Saskia and limited myself to Winner Takes All. I love, love, love stories in which the characters just simply fall in love. No frills, no justifications, no big show, but just simply falling in love. This is one of those stories.
My intuition when picking out books must be stellar, because Lucy Felthouse didn’t disappoint. Oh Lucy, how I love no-strings vacation sex stories, and Off The Beaten Track hit the spot. Sadly, the only other one of Lucy’s books I had on my reader was Loose Ends, another short I burned through. I’ll know better next time.
The above were all absolutely stellar stories, but the jaw-dropping OMG HOLY FUCK THIS IS HOT story of my reading glut was Alison Tyler’s Giving In. I’m not going to get into the story, so I’ll let my tweet at the time stand as my review:
Lesson learned this evening: no reading @AlisonTyler with vibrator and privacy four hours away …
— Annemarie Hartnett (@amhartnett) June 18, 2013
I finished off the glut by diving into Charlotte Stein’s Addicted. So far, the heroine is adorably awkward and weird and absolutely perfect for the laid back hero, and vice versa. I’ve been trying to recapture the mood so I can finish it, because the book demands a mood be set for reading.
Looking forward to another book glut. Given how much I’m writing lately, it looks like a glut is what I’m going to get from here on out for a while.
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