Yep, this is a random-ass book rant. I just feel like chatting about books today. My guy's away working and I'm sitting in the middle of hazardous stacks of romance novels with no one to rant at. So . . .you lucky people will receive my rants and jabber about all my book opinions and whatever else flies in to my flaky brain. Because if I don't empty my head of all this I might, like, I don't now, exploded into an over-excited pile of nymphy glitter and tiny leprechauns will come a sweep me up and toss me out the window and then what would I do?
Ok, yeah . . . that was kinda weird--but like I said--random-ass book rant.
So I've popped some Def Leppard and Foreigner up on YouTube, and grabbed a bottle of coconut water (it's fucking hot here) and have prepared to smoke up my keyboard with things that don't really matter, but like, you know . . .I have a blog so might as well dump here as anywhere, right? Oh! And by the way--SPOILERS!! 🤪
I would like to say I have found two amazing book boyfriends in the last couple weeks (aren't I a little tart 😝).
The first was Mason from Wild Things by Jennifer Ashley. Holy balls, what a hottie. Now, I will preface with saying that I like my shape-shifters to phase into Leopards and the like . . .I'm usually not a wolf girl. But Mason was so adorable, moody, and sexy I was like "no, no, wolves are ok. I mean, they're loyal, right? Yeah, I can be a wolf girl for one short steamy erotic romance novel."
As soon as Mason hopped on that motorcycle wearing a hoodie to hide his collar (more on this in a moment) and had the wind whipping as he rode to find a physic that you know he was going to get hard for--I was like "that's what I'm talkin' about".
When Mason arrives in New Orleans to find this psychic called Jasmine, he finds something else as well. Her house is, well "alive" for lack of a better term. And when Jasmine's douche-bag ex comes around and threatens to call the cops on Mason (Shifters aren't suppose to leave their state, and Mason is from Texas) Mason goes to chase him, but Jasmine's house eats douche-bag ex. That's right eats him . . .how can you not like a book were a living house eats an asshole ex-boyfriend for dinner? I know I can't stay away from that kind of crazy.
Oh, back to the collar--as promised. Shifters are made to be "tame" by wearing a shock collar that shocks the shit out of them when they become too "aggressive". Sounds shitty to me, and I found this kind of annoying. Isn't that just like the government to do this to people. I was reading and muttering "that's not freedom, people" then I reminded myself this was fiction and Shifters aren't real. But if they were . . . .just sayin'.
I could go on and on about Wild Things, but so this post isn't a mile long, I will now speak of my second book boyfriend. Cam from Flirting with Forever.
Cam is a pediatrician who's hobby is hockey. Cam always knows when to bring donuts to a girl when she's feeling down, and when he's not at work, at the hockey rink, or on a donut run, he uses his spare time to read to sick children who can't sleep. Did anyone's ovaries just explode besides mine?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
I loved being in Cam's mind as he fought with his love (and lust) for his best friend Natalie. He was just too cute for words.
His adorable caring and primal libido had my mind drifting a lot as Cam--in all truth--kinda made me think of my guy.
I know, I know--ya'll like "That's TMI, Bookish Nymph". Hey, I'm just keepin' it real. But I will refrain from spilling anymore person info (at least on this post).
Well, I guess I'll just wrap up this post before I get myself in the deep shit of the "endless rant" vortex. I will end by saying I suggest these two books highly to anyone who's a sucker for happy endings and adorable (if not moody in the case of Mason) heroes.
Happy reading!! 📖
