People, my interest feels so aroused this week with a need to blog (I’ll take it, the interest was certainly, er, waning.)! Aroused – a toss to the ‘ole romance reading I used to do more often. Just kidding. Well, maybe I’m serious. Anyway.
Know what I did last night? You don’t? That’s good. It keeps the police away. Well, lemme tell you: I went searching specifically for an old Johanna Lindsey guilty pleasure chortle I-Do-Declare you rat bastard explicative read on my trusty shelves. And that, my friends, is Secret Fire.
You know, Secret Fire! The one where the Russian prince tells his manservant bouncer dude to Bring me a woman, I must needs screw! And so it was and they kidnapped unto themselves a young English miss, drugged her for You Know What, totally didn’t beliefs she was nobility (cuz the working class, the only service they provide is kidnapping stock, ya know – and they deserves it), caned her – yeah – mother f-ing CANED her, drugged her again for More You Know What and then she and her prince lived Happily Ever After. Also, at times, the prince was SAWY.
YEAH. It’s awesome. It’s such a great guilty pleasure read. I glanced through it from beginning to end and practiced all my gasps of disbelief and I Do Declares and outraged eyebrows and Hahas STOOPID PRINCE-Y, take that, she showed you with her silence and easy capitulating and free evaluation of your finances! For this you must gives her pleasures. Wink.
What guilty pleasure read is on your shelf? I looked for my other Johanna Lindsey guilty pleasure reads, specifically that one about that Viking who kidnaps….OH. I see the pattern now. But back to you: What are your guilty pleasure reads? It doesn’t have to be romance. Just fess up. There’s even a NEW POLL over yonder on the upper right! *clappity*