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review SPOILER ALERT! 2015-09-25 12:52
REVEIW: Write To Me
Write To Me - Nona Raines

3/5 Heart Rating: Good Book

3/5 Sensuality Rating: There is sex but nothing explicit

3/5 Heat Rating: Sizzling

 

Write to me is about Gloria, a woman whose husband has died and while in a book store she finds this letter. Gloria reads it and falls in love with the poetic words written on the paper and she even reads it so much that she can recite the letter by heart.

Now we have Bryan, a college professor who doesn’t want to settle down and finds love and things of a sort simply stupid. However when Gloria and Bryan meet in that same book store and Bryan is hanging out in the same section where Gloria found that letter, she thinks she has found the author.

 

Gloria so caught up in the beautiful words that have captured her heart, wants to believe that Bryan is then man of this profound work and asks him. Bryan accepts the sappy letter despite him not believing that one should lay their soul bare and vulnerable, in the way that the author had done in the letter.

 

Let the games begin.

 

Gloria was a sweet character, awesome mom and owner of a hair salon. She was a very strong character and that I loved. You knew where she stood from the very beginning and she went after it. However where Gloria faltered with me, she fell in love and can recite this love letter written by a person totally unknown. She not only became really obsessed with the letter, reading it every night, she indirectly in a sense, fell in love with the author. She fell in love with his heart and soul. With his ability to splatter his emotions unto a paper.

 

Bryan he was an ass hole from the moment we met him. His intentions were pretty clear but the more they interacted the more he softened up to Gloria. I will admit, things moved really fast between the two, maybe a little too fast. But then again, that’s love for you. You never know when love is going to strike.

 

I thought Gloria forgave him a little too easily. I mean Bryan lied to her about the letter, then he lied to her about Courtney and why they broke up. He even went to her and asked Gloria to help him write a letter to get Courtney back. That’s a lot of lies and the faking of emotions, because he had to come across as sad and heart broken. For me that’s just too much manipulation. There’s a line.

 

I felt like I needed more. The novella felt too short and if there was more background to support the characters, maybe I would have liked Bryan more. Maybe I would have felt bad for him and his past. His reasoning behind not wanting to settle down is explained, but it was too short for me to care.

 

I honestly thought that Bryan didn’t deserve Gloria, after all that she’s been through to find that jerk. I’m kind of annoyed that she forgave him so easily but I thought the ending was really sweet (I don’t want to give it away.) I thought that was really heart-felt and I get why she forgave him(just a little). Bryan bared his soul, vulnerable for her to see and in the end he learned what true love was about.

 

I don’t think he deserved her love and I hope Gloria makes him work his ass off for the lies and manipulation.

 

* I received this book in an exchange for an honest review

 

About The Author

Nona Raines is a former librarian who lives in upstate New York with her many pets. She’s currently working on her next novel between walking the dog and shooing the cats off the laptop. Her erotic romances are published with The Wild  Rose Press and Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was nominated for the 2014 DABWAHA sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.  Her most recent work is the erotic romance novella Read to Me.

Nona writes hot and steamy erotic romance with deep emotions and true-to-life situations. To learn more about her and her books, please visit www.nonaraines.com

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text 2015-04-10 17:55
Flash Fiction Friday: VEGLAND

Yesterday, I put the call out for ideas. I thought it would be fun to let my friends on BookLikes choose the topic of my first Flash Fiction Friday post. People responded awesomely. You’ll find their ideas at the bottom of this post. If I didn’t use your suggestions, no worries. There’s always next Friday.

 

Oh, and some of your suggestions are sprinkled throughout. I know there was one suggestion with four parts, so I had to chop it up to make it work.

 

Enjoy.

 

VEGLAND

 

by Edward Lorn

 

My name’s Tiger and I find things for people.

 

I’ve lived a strange life. When I was fifteen, a two-hundred-pound ape carcass crashed through the roof of my suburban home. Dad was pissed. Mom was indifferent.

 

The next week, my mother ran off with a robot cult because Christianity didn’t rotate her gears anymore. These cultists are the people who got the amusement park in town closed down because of how the animatronics were being treated.

 

I suppose that’s why I picked the career I did. Meaning, not much shocks me. So when Charlene called up asking me to find her flesh-eating corn cob, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

 

This ain’t some dime-store pulp paperback. I ain’t going to bore you with how this dame walked in and begged me to take her case, because it didn’t happen like that.

 

Charlene called me, told me her story, and asked if I’d find her corn. I agreed.

 

Money’s money unless it’s funny.

 

As with most cases, I wound up at the local library. Librarian’s name is Gregor. He’s a cool cat, if a little weird. He likes to tell how he lost his virginity, you know, if you’re old enough to hear such a thing. It involves a goat, so you gotta have a strong stomach, too.

 

You’ve been to a library before. I ain’t going to tell you what it looks like.

 

I was back in the stacks, researching fleshing-eating starches, when I heard a rather manly scream followed by the low tick and hum of machinery. I tucked my research materials under my arm and made for the checkout desk.

 

Gregor was dead. He had a goat hanging half-in and half-out of his backside. I guess what comes around goes around.

 

I wasn’t shocked.

 

(Remember the ape that fell through my roof?)

 

I called the local PD and let them deal with it.

 

I don’t know why, but death makes me hungry. Seeing Gregor, all half-fulla goat like he was, gave me a hankering for Greek. I headed across town to Athena’s.

 

There ain’t much of shit I can eat these days, allergies being what they are. Athena’s is run by a beefy broad named Paula who knows what I can eat and fixes me up nicely whenever I drop by.

 

I laid my research materials on the bar as Paula slid a plate of lamb and cucumber in front of me.

 

You’ve seen a beefy broad with humungous boobs before. I ain’t gonna tell you what Paula looks like.

 

“Ut’s dat?” she asked, and scratched under one heavy breast.

 

“New case.”

 

“Cannibal veg?”

 

“Technically, no. Flesh eating veg. Cannibal would mean they eat other veg.”

 

“Ah.”

 

I ate in silence while Paula flipped through a scrapbook. She’d acquired amnesia after falling off a ladder the year before. She’d been reaching for a tub of yogurt in the cooler when she slipped, fell, and bashed her head on a shelf. The scrapbook was her way of remembering the past. I didn’t have the heart to tell her all the photos were stock, so, whenever she asked, I lied: “Sure, that looks like you.”

 

I read through my materials. Flesh-eating veg were a product of genetic experiments first conducted by Dr. Ralph King. Dr. King also went on to be leader of a cult. The same cult that owned the closed down amusement park in town. They’d won it in a court battle over animatronics’ rights.

 

VegLand was all the rage in the 1980s. Ride the Cucumber Coaster! Twirl on the Cauliflower Carts! Terrorize yourself on the Tobacco Train, sponsored by Marlboro.

 

Hey, money’s money unless it’s funny.

 

It was full dark by the time I parked in the weedy lot and got out.

 

Flashlight in hand, I squeezed through the rusty gate.

 

You’ve seen pictures of rundown carnivals at night. I ain’t going to tell you what VegLand looked like.

 

I found my mother on the carousel. She was spread-eagle atop one of the horses, pleasuring herself with a corn cob. At least that was what I thought was happening.

Truth of the matter was, Mom was dead. Had been for at least an hour. The corn cob had eaten most of her lady bits. The way her stomach was caved in, I’m guessing it had snacked on half her insides, too.

 

“Lovely, ain’t it?” Dr. King asked from the shadows. “My creation devouring my follower. Poetic, don’t you think.”

 

I’m a private dick, not a cop. The only weapon I own was limp in my shorts.

 

“I suppose this is where I monologue,” said Dr. King. “My robot cult was responsible for shooting down that plane full of apes when you were a kid. Your mother, of course, knew this. Seeing our cause as righteous, she joined.”

 

“Hold on, space cadet. What’s any of this have to do with anamatronics’ rights?”

 

“Those monkeys would have put our fellow animatronics out of jobs. They wanted to turn VegLand into a zoo! Even after we killed a great percentage of the animals on that plane, they still meant to buy more!”

 

“Why’d Gregor have to die?”

 

“I lost my library book. Didn’t want to pay the fine.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Fine. What about the corn? Why are you stealing your own invention?”

 

“Nobody stole anything, Tiger. Charlene works for us.”

 

You’ve seen a twist before. I ain’t going to tell you why this was one.

 

“Tell me, Tiger… are you allergic to corn, too?”

 

I am, but he didn’t need to know that.

 

Dr. King chuckled as he produced a small device and began pressing buttons. The fleshing-eating corn cob stopping eating my mother, flopped down from the horse, and came at me, end-over-end.

 

I punted it. Hard.

 

Dr. King got a mouthful.

 

His head snapped back as the cob first devoured his tongue and then worked its way down his throat.

 

You’ve seen a corny ending before. I ain’t going to tell you why this is one.

 

 

Suggestions used:

 

Brainycat’s Occaisonal Reviews

 

MC has severe food allergies, but has to travel and can’t find anything to eat amidst a huge selection of unknown foods. CHECK

 

Soze Says

 

And then it turns out some of the food might actually be eyeing the MC as something for it to eat!CHECK

 

Musings/Träumereien/Devaneios

 

A library, a lost book, a scream, and a lie. CHECK

 

Paul Read or Dead

 

Lorn writes Porn with a devilish twist in an abandoned theme park. Half-CHECK

 

Grimlock. Stronger, faster, studlier.

 

Robot cult. Because the book I read that had it had all this hardcore Christianity in it so I couldn’t get past that part, and I still want to see what a robot cult looks like. CHECK

 

It’s a Mad Mad World

 

Someone in the book has amnesia… CHECK

 

Gregor Xane

 

An ape carcass falls from the sky and through the roof of a suburban home. CHECK

 

Andreya’s Asylum

 

Gregor’s first time, when baah-ad things happen to good animals. CHECK

 

Char’s Horror Corner

 

My suggestion is Corn porn! CHECK

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text 2015-04-10 06:44
Flash Fiction Friday: Tell Me What To Write

My buddy Linton asked me if I would join him in a bit of flash fiction tomfoolery today (it's after midnight here, so today it is), and I thought it would be fun if I let you guys pick the pertinent details. 

 

For those of you who do not know, flash fiction is a story under 1,000 words, or at least those were the rules last time I checked. Your job is to drop a plot line, twist, setting, character(s), whatever, in the comment section below. Everything goes, friends and neighbors. I will then try my damnedest to write a cogent short story lasting less than a grand worth of words with a beginning, middle, and ending, and the world shall rejoice. Okay, so maybe the latter is a line of horseshit, but it might be fun, and I'm all for fun.

 

I'll let you guys know when I start writing. At that point, I will stop taking suggestions so that I might tackle the suggestions that exist. After the piece is completed and given a cursory edit, I will upload it here and on my website. If this garners enough interest, we might make this a weekly thing. 

 

Whataya say? 

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review 2013-04-23 00:00
Dear Teen Me: Authors Write Letters to Their Teen Selves - Joseph Bruchac,Kersten Hamilton,Sara Zarr,Mitali Perkins,Mari Mancusi,Stasia Ward Kehoe,Ellen Hopkins,Dave Roman,Don Tate,Cynthia Leitich Smith,Caridad Ferrer,Jessica Lee Anderson,Melissa Walker,Carrie Jones,Charles Benoit,Jo Whittemore,Mariko Tamaki,Jenn Tempting though it may be I am not going to extrapolate from these letters, not to authors at large, not to anything. This is a collection of letters from mostly still quite young authors, offering advice, encouragement, support, and insight to their younger selves. Everyone had bears to cross, some were finding love, others were bad hairstyles, some were alcoholic, absent, or abusive parents. For all of these writers, it did get better: they found their voices, their people, their partners, their safety, their recovery, their looks, whatever. Some advice is general, some incredibly specific, and a fair few offer glimpses of joys to come.An excellent reminder that no matter what our problems are, we are not alone. And no one thinks high school is a high point.Library copy.
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review 2013-02-03 00:00
Dear Teen Me: Authors Write Letters to Their Teen Selves (True Stories (Zest Books))
Dear Teen Me: Authors Write Letters to Their Teen Selves - Joseph Bruchac,Kersten Hamilton,Sara Zarr,Mitali Perkins,Mari Mancusi,Stasia Ward Kehoe,Ellen Hopkins,Dave Roman,Don Tate,Cynthia Leitich Smith,Caridad Ferrer,Jessica Lee Anderson,Melissa Walker,Carrie Jones,Charles Benoit,Jo Whittemore,Mariko Tamaki,Jenn I checked out this book to read the Sara Zarr letter. Each letter is short and easy to read. Enjoyable, not life alterting but I enjoyed the ones I read.
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