consideration for the feelings of other people is something we are taught by the example of those we look up to and something we all learn from the way other people treat us when we're growing up that can be used by the unscrupulous to manipulate the powerless
convictions are not resources to gather and display like some museum exhibition unused and untouched by the world but instead the priorities that guide our lives in choices made and actions spent
In which I read a romance novella by Suleikha Snyder. Bad-boy biker meets good girl working in the family Indian restaurant. Trucker Carrigan and Pinky Grover’s instant chemistry makes no sense on the surface. But underneath all the layers lies need, want, laughter, and connection. With orgasms. *lol* I really like these characters. They only […]
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In which I read a romance novella by Suleikha Snyder.
Bad-boy biker meets good girl working in the family Indian restaurant. Trucker Carrigan and Pinky Grover’s instant chemistry makes no sense on the surface. But underneath all the layers lies need, want, laughter, and connection. With orgasms. *lol*
I really like these characters. They only seem easy to sum up, but they’re hiding depths under the surface. And it’s like they sense it in each other. And they bring out layers the other thought they’d lost or buried or hidden. It’s the depths that appeal and that tickles me. Pinky with her spoiler thwarted grad studies, Trucker and his redacted. They banter and tease and are, quite frankly, adorable.
I confess that I searched out this book in part from following the author on social media. She recently wrote a blog post about the good-girlification (my phrase, not hers) of sex scene in the romance genre that I found thoughtful and honestly pretty spot on. And I figured it was time to check in the library had any of her work. I’m really glad they did because not only was this a fun read, there are some really great example of sex scenes that are steamy and hot and unique. And they make consent sexy.
“He didn’t kiss like it was foreplay, or a preview of what was to come. He kissed like it was the beginning, the middle, and the end. Unselfishly[.]” Hot and tender? Delightful.
“He looked like heroism and hedonism’s beautiful bastard.” Now that paints a picture!
“Every time their gazes locked, they negotiated consent anew.” Verbal check ins, enthusiastic agreement, condom usage, and visual cues? Bestill my heart.
And I’m throwing this one in purely because it made me laugh and I love that in a romance.
“I hadn’t bothered to put on my only matching lingerie set underneath, since I didn’t yet know how rough Trucker could be on a pair of panties. That shit was expensive. If he was going tear something in his haste to get it on, it was damn well going to be Fruit of the Loom.”
each of us holds a lie buried deep somewhere left to grow as if planted in a garden of shadows still waiting to be found by the light and warmth of forgotten springtime
our fragile stubborn robust delicate hearts can be the first to fall having fled long before the end or the last standing clinging on long after expiration because the heart sturdy yielding frail caustic can tell no lies