Book Trip of the Living Dead
Since my newfound obsession with all things Darkyn, I've been devouring books and ignoring my querying and house cleaning duties. Last night I finished Dark Need fifteen minutes before Borders closed. I couldn't go all night without a new book!!
So, high on flu medication and suffering from cabin fever, my husband and I partook (is that a word?) on what has lovingly been deemed Book Trip of the Living Dead. The flu has been passed from the little guy, to the big guy, to me in the span of a week and I've barely moved from my chair since. We tried to stay away from humankind as much as possible, but I HAD to have the next book (okay, I grabbed the next two) in the series.
That one trip sapped all my energy and I only ended up reading half the book, but it was so worth it.
On a less stalkerish note, there is a TON going on over at Bitten By Books this week. There's a contest and interview with the wonderful Carrie Vaughn, author of the Kitty Norville series. While you're there, check out guest bloggers Missy Lyons and Marvin Wilson.
Now I issue a challenge to those few people who happen upon this blog. I was reading a very popular romance novel recently in which the hero and heroine were gettin' busy in the bathtub. It was your standard bathtub, your standard heroine, but the hero was damn near a giant at 6'5" yet they were still able to glide and roll and make long, sweet love.
How in the hell is this possible? My husband is 6'2" and he barely fits in the bathtub, much less is able to "glide" and pivot and do that crazy thing with his feet all paranormal heroes do. The love scene through me off from the book for a while. I mean, the author spent so much time making sure all the details flowed except for that one.
Does it bother anyone else? Or am I just being silly and it is in fact possible for a ginormous man to synchronized swim in a standard bathtub? Maybe it's the fever talking, I don't know.
So, high on flu medication and suffering from cabin fever, my husband and I partook (is that a word?) on what has lovingly been deemed Book Trip of the Living Dead. The flu has been passed from the little guy, to the big guy, to me in the span of a week and I've barely moved from my chair since. We tried to stay away from humankind as much as possible, but I HAD to have the next book (okay, I grabbed the next two) in the series.
That one trip sapped all my energy and I only ended up reading half the book, but it was so worth it.
On a less stalkerish note, there is a TON going on over at Bitten By Books this week. There's a contest and interview with the wonderful Carrie Vaughn, author of the Kitty Norville series. While you're there, check out guest bloggers Missy Lyons and Marvin Wilson.
Now I issue a challenge to those few people who happen upon this blog. I was reading a very popular romance novel recently in which the hero and heroine were gettin' busy in the bathtub. It was your standard bathtub, your standard heroine, but the hero was damn near a giant at 6'5" yet they were still able to glide and roll and make long, sweet love.
How in the hell is this possible? My husband is 6'2" and he barely fits in the bathtub, much less is able to "glide" and pivot and do that crazy thing with his feet all paranormal heroes do. The love scene through me off from the book for a while. I mean, the author spent so much time making sure all the details flowed except for that one.
Does it bother anyone else? Or am I just being silly and it is in fact possible for a ginormous man to synchronized swim in a standard bathtub? Maybe it's the fever talking, I don't know.