Owen stopped eating long enough to raise his eyebrows. "Safeword? I know what it is," he muttered, forestalling the explanation Malcolm was about to spew. "I just mean, I'm the one who's going to need it?"
Malcolm took a few deep breaths. Was the Yank being irritating on purpose, or had Malcolm given him too many points for intelligence? "Well, I am buying dinner," he ground out, and Owen winked.
"Yes, Yank, hamburgers for dinner."
"Nope. Hamburger for safeword. I'm not likely to spit that out in the middle of sex unless I mean it, right?"
~~Country Mouse, Amy Lane & Aleksandr Voinov
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
"It shocked me. I was not sure if she meant to attack. That's the only interpretation of her behavior my past had to offer. But she was smiling. And the emotions that were emanating from her were like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"'You've kept me waiting a long time,' she said."
I didn't realize Alice had come to stand behind me again.
"And you ducked your head, like a good Southern gentleman, and said, 'I'm sorry, ma'am.'" Alice laughed at the memory.
Jasper smiled down at her. "You held out your hand, and I took it with out stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope."
~ Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse
Dreamspinner Press sometimes have promotions where they give away free ebooks. One of the gems I discovered was a book called A Note in the Margin by Isabelle Rowan. The book has continuously come up on my Goodreads recommendations so I was keen to give it a try. I wish I had read it earlier, as it is so good; I just had to pimp it out to you all. It centres around David and John. David is a homeless man and John a businessman who is on a leave of absence due to migraines. While it may sound like an interesting mix, I can assure you, you will not be disappointed.
Check after the jump to see why I loved this book so much.
Check after the jump to see why I loved this book so much.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy on life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he’s taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment–just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!–an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience–or to fake–a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer — because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.“
~ Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
The Wenches' reading choices are quite diverse this week, ranging from the beginning of a huge epic, to an intense erotic tale that is so much more, to a few different Urban Fantasy choices. I have a feeling our lists are going to be altered by some of the entries in this year's Alpha Showdown over at The Vampire Book Club, where we have championed two of the contestants. In fact, Donna has already checked out one of the entrants, and we are awaiting her verdict. Click through to see what has struck our literary fancies this week. And, as always, don't forget to tell us what you're reading this week, in the comments below!
Monday, May 20, 2013
“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone...”
Dirty by Megan Hart: A ReviewI picked up Dirty out of desperation. I was in a terrible book funk, the sort that happens when you've been reading a series for exactly 10 years, and the conclusion leaves you wondering whether you're even reading something written by the same author. I didn't feel like starting a new series. I just wanted ONE book that would make me forget.
Having read Broken by Megan Hart a long time ago, after Wench Donna's intriguing review, I figured, why not. If nothing else, erotica can distract you. So I got Dirty on my Kindle.
Click through to see what I thought of it and whether it did the trick!
Sunday, May 19, 2013
During the last weeks of greater intimacy, she had come to know some unexpected things about her betrothed. He spent a ridiculous amount of money on buying books and time on reading them and also on scribbling verses―these traits she intended to regulate after marriage...
Philippa de Roet, reflecting upon her future husband, Geoffrey Chaucer
~ Anya Seton, Katherine
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
"He was the heart of my world, my gravity, my sun. My life before him was a dream from which I'd joyously awoken. He turned this dusty cell into a prince's chamber, hung it with satin and silks. I loved him."
~ Harper Fox, Scrap Metal