The Saucy Wenches Book Club

One Wench's Experience of Being in the (Book) Closet by Veronica Vishous I've never been one to read what everyone else was reading. I picked up The Hobbit when I was in middle school; why, I can't recall — certainly none of my girlfriends were reading it and I wasn't talking to any of the boys yet. I devoured every single book in my small town library about dragons and King Arthur. After that I moved on to Kurt Vonnegut. Stephen King was required reading, of course. One of my friends caught me with Wuthering Heights once and made fun of me for reading another of my "ghost stories." Safe to say, there haven't exactly been a lot of book club opportunities for me in the real world. My current love affair with books is firmly in the the Urban Fantasy (UF), Paranormal Romance (PNR), and Male/Male (M/M) Romance genres. via thehairpin.com Some are out and proud about their love affair with UF/PNF and/or M/M books. Yet others think e-readers are...

"I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act." ~Jaime Lannister to Catelyn Stark — George R. R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

That picture is a description of my life.  But, so many people say they don't like to read, or they haven't read since they left school.  I was taught to love reading before I could even read on my own.  My mom and dad would read my siblings and me bedtime stories every night.  Through him, I learned that reading can transport you through time and space to lands you would never otherwise journey to.  So, whenever I hear that someone does not like to read, it hurts my heart.  It seems to me that people who claim to not like to read, just haven't found a book that captures them, that transports them, that makes them experience something they wouldn't otherwise.  Since this is a blog for book lovers, I doubt any non-readers are seeing this.  But, maybe you bookies that are reading this know someone in your life who could benefit.

He looked at me as if he could smell my arousal. My mind was racing as I lay there, trapped in his sights...a helpless deer in the scope. I'd already told him to take me, not in words, but certainly in body language. Was I meant to beg? When I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over away from him. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp and shut my eyes. "Good night." Why had I just done that? Well, because I'd practically said, Please fuck me , and he didn't. "Good Night," Danny said softly from behind me. I felt him move around, rolling away from me too, I suppose. I wanted to die. He'd allowed me to expose my want for him and then done nothing? What the hell was I blaming him for? He tried to pay me a lovely compliment, and my dirty-dirty need tried to twist that into something he never meant it to be. ~ Ethan Day , As You Are

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, che la diritta via era smarrita. In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood, where the straight way was lost. ~Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Inferno

ONCE BURNED by Jeaniene Frost is the start of a new series set in the Night Huntress universe featuring Vlad as the hero and a new character named Leila as the heroine. As of now, two books are contracted for this series, with the possibility of more in the future. -- A review by Zee the Terrible and Beta JZB Sullivan -- Once Burned was one of our three most anticipated releases of this year. During our journey through Jeaniene Frost's Night Huntress world we had come to love a lot of the side characters. Vlad & Ian were two of our favorites and we REALLY wanted them to have their own stories told so we were MORE than ready to read more about Vlad Tepesh and Ms. Frost did not disappoint. We were sure Vlad would be damn near irresistible in this book. The man promises scorching, steaming, sizzling, torrid sex and romance. And we couldn't wait to read every single detail. And so we got a glimpse into the world of Vlad, a small taste that has us waiti...

It all seems so inevitable in hindsight, meeting the one person who would make those twenty-five years of pain bearable at last. Because if the slightest thing had happened any differently in my checkered life, I wouldn't have been there to meet Roger that Sunday night on Revere Street. That much fate I believe in, the tortuous journey that brings you to love, all the twists and near misses. Somehow it's all had a purpose, once you're finally real. ~~Paul Monette, Becoming a Man: Half a Life Story