Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls: Art in Romance.

When I started narrowing down my choices for my list post of five sexy tortured artists in romance, I kept thinking about how there are all sorts of sexy themes in romance novels, firemen, navy seals, cops, billionaires, billionaire firemen, billionaire cops, billionaire navy seals, billionaire billionaires…There are also the taboo themes, stepbrother, stepfather, teacher, … Read more…

On Writing. (On “I Stole That Title From Stephen King Because He Hasn’t Adopted Me, Yet.”)

I’ve been absent. I know, you’re sad. I’m sad, too. Alas, I was getting used to my new life. Alas, I have a new superfood sushi with spicy sauce recipe for you–and some bitching, so, gird yer loins. So, I’m kind of a big deal. Just kidding! I’ve just taken a position as a staff … Read more…

Fighting Irish (Patriarchy?)

Let me just start by saying this: I hate my ovaries. I hate my uterus. I hate the curse of Eve. I hate the patriarchy. I hate that the vegan pop tarts have no frosting, and I hate that day drinking is considered so gauche–because my uterus says it’d benefit quite a bit from a … Read more…

There are vegans in Michigan, right?

Hey Scamps! Great day to be an American, right? everything sucks and I wish I was Canadian. You know what state borders Canada, has a boss climate this time of year, and is home to the characters in today’s book? If you guessed Michigan, you’d be right. So let’s get there quick before the Canadians … Read more…