Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal romance. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Food Porn by the Caveat Queen


        Food Porn
by the Caveat Queen 



Sitting slack-jawed, drooling, and motionless on the couch last weekend, I sat staring at the television as the hours passed.  I was jealously watching the host of each show enjoy luscious dishes that I could only dream of encountering.  At one point, I actually groaned as the host described a dish that he was preparing to enjoy.  That’s when it hit me.  These shows had crossed the line, or I had.  Someone certainly had, as these oversized sandwiches, their contents temptingly spilling onto the plate and practically into my living room, desserts whose chocolate nearly melted right into my mouth, and sauces whose ingredients only needed to be mentioned to make me want to climb right through the TV into the kitchens that I was voyeuristically watching: I wasn’t watching cooking shows!  These were food porn!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Turing Back the Hands of Time...A Giveaway


Kay Dee Royal ~ Turning Back the Hands of Time?!!

Hello Bri, thank you so much for the opportunity to guest post on your awesome blog site. Lovely place to hang out!
Quick into of me, Kay Dee Royal: I love writing! *grins* Paranormal and fantasy erotica romance are a couple of my favorites, but I’ve penned contemporary erotica and plenty of shorties in those genre as well.
My muse is taken away by strong, intelligent, confident heroines and rescued by wild, rugged, beastly heroes, both of which harbor shadowy secrets of intrigue and fun. (My muse loves the escape ~ LOL)

Okay…on to bigger and better stuff ~ like…



Turning Back the Hands of Time?!!
Can you imagine the possibility of being a fifty-five-year-old widow who never bore children and lived with the ability to psychically read animals? Now, imagine that same woman’s image in a mirror reflected back at her as a thirty-year-old.
Sounds divine, doesn’t it…you might even be feeling a bit envious if you’re over thirty…(me, too).
She stares at herself…elastic skin, lean muscle, all traces of gray hair gone, turning this way and that, suddenly realizing, dang, I’m feeling pretty agile, too. She gained back her youth…how you ask?
Let’s just say a Lycan named Chance has everything to do with it. Oh, so sexy and freeing ~ and might burn your eyes and curl your toes if mentioned here…exactly how it happens that is. *grins*
I know you hate me now ~ but Bri rules the site (LOL), and it’s forbidden to burn eyes and curl toes on it…but, I can share a bit.
Here’s a bit about Olivia and Chance’s story ~ Staring Into the Eyes of Chance (a paranormal erotica romance and 1st book of the LIIA: Lycan International Investigation Agency series).

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Sweet Saturday Sample: Gentry Piss


“From your speech I can conclude that you are not the laird of this keep and therefore have not received the proper training one of our rank receives. For that reason I will forgive you for your lack of…” He looked around the room, snarled his upper lip before continuing, “manners.”
            Face as red, as his head, the man’s nostrils flared, “I’ll have you know sir, that while I am not the laird of this keep I am his cousin and first, Sir Samson Pedigree. My cousin Victor never fully recovered from his sickness no thanks to that demon loving witch.” And he spit on the floor beside his boot to emphasize his disgust. 
            With his face unaffected Lucien quelled the urge to reach and rip the man’s heart right out of chest and toss it to the dogs behind him. It was a truly viscous act, one he had done previously, and worked for getting a point across, however he would have to employ his cunning and not his strength…for the moment.
            “Very well then lad, I won’t excuse you.” And with that calm response Lucien back handed the man across the face and sent him sprawling to the other side of the room only to catch him with his supernatural speed before he hit the floor. “Lad, be smart and tell your men to take a seat or I’ll have to get nasty. In fact why don’t you send them all off.”
            After a shake of his head, eyes glowing with rage, Samson conceded. “Out all of ye, get to your posts.” He yelled. One minute of hesitation and then the room cleared. The only ones remaining were the dogs. After releasing, his neck and steadying Samson, Lucien helped himself to a couple of chicken legs and assumed the cleanest high back chair among the dogs. He broke off a piece at a time offering it to the beasts.
            “Since it’s obvious your training is lacking I’m sure you won’t mind if I just help myself.”  Samson shook with the effort to control his temper as he rubbed his jaw and joined Lucien sitting across from him.
            “Where is your laird?” Lucien demanded.
            “He is unwell and sees no one. Not even an agent of the king.” Samson retorted.
            “Ah well lucky for you and your cousin today I am not on his majesty’s errand. So the crown itself hasn’t been officially insulted. No, today I am on business for my lady.” Samson eyes narrowed as Lucien pulled out the paper Tonni had presented him with concerning Trinity’s taxes.  Samson was careful to watch Lucien as he reached for the document.
            “It seems that there has been a mix up. For I know it to be a fact that the cottage and surrounding whole of Trinity Woods to be in good standing and paid in full as far as his majesty is concerned.” He stated in a solid and confident tone as he offered the now bare chicken bone to a dog and played with it idly.
            “What concern is it of ye?”
            “Obviously, you didn’t hear me when I said on “my lady’s” errand. Lady Aisleen Lemoine is my wife and Mistress of Eternal Valley. As her laird, it is my duty to see to all her …misunderstandings. And since the village and laird here make it a point to insult and afflict her with vile cursing and threats I came in her stead. Which reminds me…was it she you were referring to when you said no thanks to the healer?” Samson’s face flushed and he opened his mouth, closed it then, straightened his shoulders, and responded.
            “Nay it was the one before her.” Lucien threw the bone and the dogs woofed running after it. At his blinking fast speed, he gripped Samon’s cheeks forcing his cracked thin lips into a pucker.
            “So you insult my deceased mother in law?” Scared and shaking his head in disagreement Lucien allowed the warriors mask to fall into place. His feral beast like persona appeared as his eyes felt slanted and a snarl to his upper lip tickled the bottom of his nose. While he had never seen the beast like qualities he assumed at times those close to him said it was a sight that they themselves, other Eternals, quaked before.
            “Listen well, you tell your laird he has three days to prepare for my arrival and make amends for that lie you hold. When I come, again I will see him and only him. In that time you will find a way to sufficiently apologize for the insult you paid to what is mine. If you don’t…” Lucien brought the trembling man’s face closer and growled deep from his throat. The acrid stench of urine suddenly saturated the air. One quick glance down confirmed Samson got the point. Social mask back in place Lucien smiled. Bowed slightly, patted each of the dogs, and walked from the great hall closing the door in his wake.

Check out more from snippets from the Eternal Witch during The Familial Witch blog tour with Bewitching Blog Tours. 

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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Writer Wednesday: Print Isn't It....But It's Still Special

I've technically been an author since Feb of 2011. At a conference I learned there is a distinct difference between writers and authors. That difference is authors are published and writers aren't yet. While my first books released were  Familial Witch, then Caffe' Seduzione and I was thrilled. Both were limited to eBooks for reasons that my publishers and I both agreed upon.

Don't get me wrong I LOVE eBooks. As a reader and an author I'm thrilled with the invention. They are by far simply positive. As an author I make more money. As a reader I don't have to wait as long for releases or to purchase the book, and they are cheaper.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Glazier Releases!!!!

"My skill far exceeded his, especially with the added measure
Glazier gave me. I pulled my sword back, sashaying around him
unexpectedly, moving around at Glazier speed to his flank, my
sword curved around his neck, overpowering him. He froze,
realizing I had him.
“Drop the sword,” I commanded. Glazier fought me for
control internally, wanting to end it, wanting his blood spilled."











Wednesday, July 13, 2011

It's A Day of Reckoning...A Day of Release...Glazier's Release

Those of you who know me on social media, or have read the blog at all know I'm a sassy southern belle. Well today I'm going a step farther and being brassy. What has spurred this sudden post more toward my blunt cocky side and less of my sweet sass? Perhaps its the fact I'm on a trip to my roots...my beloved south...or could it possibly be that I just released Glazier!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Witch and Death

How I love Six Sentence Sunday. This one comes from my work in progress Forever Witch, the full length novel sequel to my novella Familial Witch. The different beings that have appeared in this novel have surprised even me. Mermaids, Eternals, enchantresses, witches, vampires, goddesses and now a being or messenger of Death. In this scene as Aisleen assumes a ghostlike form because she's battling for her life the being of Death appears to her and offers her a favor.


“I have roamed between realms taking the spirits that die from one world to another for longer than anyone can count. Only magical beings can see me other than those souls. During that time only one has paid me a kindness. Even in her greatest grief, she thought of me and not of herself.” Aisleen mused again how it was odd she could feel tears as a spirit. Memories of her sisters deaths assaulted her, for each time she had saw Death it was with their demise. 

“I have waited to pay that kindness. So here I am kind Aisleen, at your service.”

 Check out more more Six Sentence Sunday by clicking there and let me know what you think of a novel with a range of characters and beings. 





Lucien Lemione, the clan leader of the feared and revered Eternals, is faced with the ultimate betrayal. His second in command for two centuries has not only created the most grievous of offenses but also commissioned the creation of liquid silver. When poisoned by this toxin, an immortal suffers a fate much worse than death, frozen in an internal prison. After being wounded when found spying, he hides deep within the eerie woods that encircle the Triad Mountains. Desperate and in pain, he prays to an offended mother goddess for help. Her answer: a woman, but not just any woman. A witch.
After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. It’s there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien is…but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?
Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen’s ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose…duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?
You can choose love but you can’t choose destiny.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Forever Witch


Welcome...Welcome Six Sentence Sunday readers. I don't know about ya'll but I certainly missed this event last week. Now on with this weeks six. Today I am sharing six from my current work in progress, Forever Witch. The sequel to my novella Familial Witch. In this scene Lucien Lemoine encounters a mermaid for the first time.



Friday, June 3, 2011

Feature Friday: Spotlight on Jeanine Frost

This review post is different in that I am including a crap load of books. I found Jeanine Frost's Night Huntress Series a few months back and fell in love with Bones and Kat. Along with several other characters.That's the beauty of this author's talent she created remarkable protagonists but the secondaries become connected as well. Then she went a step further and produced novels that go along with the series and allowed the amazing secondaries to have their own books too. If you love paranormal romance, specifically vampires you will love Jeanine.

Disclaimer: This is a book that would be rated R.

This is the blurb and cover of her first book Halfway to the Grave.


Half-vampire Catherine Crawfield is going after the undead with a vengeance, hoping that one of these deadbeats is her father—the one responsible for ruining her mother's life. Then she's captured by Bones, a vampire bounty hunter, and is forced into an unholy partnership.
In exchange for finding her father, Cat agrees to train with the sexy night stalker until her battle reflexes are as sharp as his fangs. She's amazed she doesn't end up as his dinner—are there actually good vampires? Pretty soon Bones will have her convinced that being half-dead doesn't have to be all bad. But before she can enjoy her new found status as kick-ass demon hunter, Cat and Bones are pursued by a group of killers. Now Cat will have to choose a side . . . and Bones is turning out to be as tempting as any man with a heartbeat.


If you want to check out any of her books just click the cover on the carousel. 

Friday, April 29, 2011

A Vampire Narcise: An Unwilling Seducer of Mortal and Immortal Men

Skilled in the seduction of men, both mortal and immortal, Narcise Moldavi is the greatest weapon in her twisted brother's war among the Dracule. Until she falls for Giordan Cale.
Her first searing encounter with Giordan seals their fierce connection for their eternal lives. But Giordan's vow to help Narcise escape her brother's rule is followed by a betrayal more agonizing than sunlight.
Wounded but determined, Narcise ensnares vampire hunter Chas Woodmore in her quest for revenge and to reclaim her life. He wants her, worships her, will kill for her. And the Dracule never forget a wrong— nor do they forgive. 



Friday, April 8, 2011

Forever Vampire...Leaves You Shivering With Joy

Vail the Unwanted is a pure-blooded vampire. But raised by Faery, he has neither home nor peace, and when his aid is sought in the recovery of a priceless diamond gown, his price is information. Specifically the whereabouts of his accursed father. His goal is revenge, and the supernaturally sexy Lyric, the icy blond vampiress with whom he must work, is a distraction he can't afford.Outwardly as cold as the diamond dress in which she was kidnapped, Lyric has her own secrets. Desperate to break free from her criminal family, she aligns herself with the brooding Vail. Together they seek justice while each secretly works for freedom and a fresh start. For Lyric that means holding herself apart, even from the smoldering blue-eyed Vail. For Vail, it means a battle to the death for revenge—and for a temptress he can't deny.

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Truth About Vampires...A Rant, Rave or Review?

I know! I know! Yet another vampire book. However, hear me out. Read the synopsis, then check out my thoughts before you discredit it.

Disclaimer: This is the brooding vampire type not the sparkly and this is a sensual romance for my sweets readers. 


Synopsis


All her life, Seattle reporter Kristin Reed sought her breakout story. She never thought she'd find it in the crimson lair of a real-life creature of the night. Kristin never believed vampires existed—until with dark brooding eyes and a decadent chocolate scent, Dmitri Dionotte called out to her….
Dmitri and his clan's true nature was cloaked in secrecy until a warring vampire order threatened their existence. Kristin was just the woman he needed. She couldn't resist their story…or Dmitri. Her blood pulsed hot and furious when he touched her, and with his kiss, all logic fled. But each night she spent with her vampire lover brought her closer to death and destruction. A death not even an immortal could triumph over.





Review
My first impression when I read the description was "chocolate scent?" However, after reading the story Theresa did a great job incorporating elements of her own making in this story. Although I've never been to Seattle I was impressed with the imagery and feeling of history she implemented into the story. The heat believe Kristin and Dimitri was great, the chemistry better and the ending....what you thought I was going to give it away. You will have to read it yourself and see. I read The Truth About Vampires in like 2 nights and was sad to see it end. However, the pain was short lived cause it seems this will be a series. This novel is one that you will come back and read again and again. Great Job Theresa.

 How do you guys feel about vamps sparkly or sharkly?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Familial Witch Release Day....and Contest

To Celebrate the release of Familial Witch with Astraea Press I have decided to have a contest. So here's how it works. Share this blog post on twitter, facebook, or your blog and contact me letting me know you did it. You can email me, leave a facebook comment, or tweet me. One entry per person. The contest starts now and will end at midnight Feb 3, 2011. The winner will be chosen at random from random.org Now for the prize....there will be two winner. One will receive a pdf copy of Familial Witch the other will receive a pdf copy of Caffe' Seduzione a romantic suspense short also available. 





About the book

Lucien Lemione the clan leader of the feared and revered Eternals is faced with the ultimate betrayal. His second in command for two centuries has not only created the most grievous of offenses but also commissioned the creation of liquid silver. When poisoned by this toxin, an immortal suffers a fate much worse than death, frozen in an internal prison. After being wounded when found spying, he hides deep within the eerie woods that encircle the Triad Mountains. Desperate and in pain, he prays to an offended mother goddess for help. Her answer: a woman, but not just any woman. A witch.

After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. Its there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien is but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?

Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen's ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose ¦duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?
You can choose love but you can't choose destiny.



An excerpt from the book

Lucien heard the intake of her breath, and then the soft pads of her steps approach him. He'd not wanted to ask for help but desperately needed it. The wound in his arm shifted between extreme pain to numbness. Both were equally bad and drained his energy. He knew exactly where she had hid. If the pain weren't so bad, he would have smiled. He was impressed with her stealth. Attempting a deep breath, he looked up to see what quality of wench lived among these woods. She would have to be single, most likely homely at best. No husband would live here much less allow his wife to wander these woods alone. She would become enchanted with him. Mortal women always had and it ended with their broken hearts, which is why he avoided mortals entirely. An Eternal, especially a clan leader, could not connect themselves to mortals. To ensure the continuation of the species of purebloods it was highly suggested Eternals only procr eate with Eternal. This fact reminded him of Alastair's betrayal, adding to his pain.
He reluctantly raised his eyes to inspect her. His breath caught. Thick raven dark locks framed an ivory face with flame red lips, while empathetic emerald eyes surveyed his condition. Wearing a white peasants dress, she appeared ethereal moving toward him through the mist. His breath came out in a rush, and his pulse seemed to scream within his skull. Without a word she positioned herself under his bad shoulder and bore his weight easily. He was astonished a body so petite could hold him up. Silently she guided him along. He asked her no questions putting all his energy into moving. The pain was good though. It meant the liquid silver hadn't been released encasing him in a frozen prison.



 Familial Witch can be purchased here along with other great books from Astraea press releasing today and in the future. Thanks for the support and don't forget to enter the contest.


Bri

Friday, December 31, 2010

No Resolutions Here Just Goals....

I have never been one for "resolutions." and I was even a smoker. Never resolved to quit. Perhaps it's because I'm just too cocky-- whenever I think I need to change course I just do it. Perhaps I'm perfect....No I'm not that conceded. My mother has always said I have a strong sense of self and mind. However, it wasn't until meeting and speaking with a friend and colleague JT Debolt that I finally had a label (And I'm not one for labels. I have no problem labeling others...I'm southern duh. I don't like to be labeled.) He called me "a high altitude thinker."

High altitude thinkers are people that think beyond their fears and make a daily decision to change or "shift their momentum" toward the goals that they have. You can find out all about it on his blog just click his name.





So first things first GOALS....DREAMS...DESTINATIONS....DESIRES....doesn't matter what you call them you got to know where you are going. So a list of my goals for 2011.

1. I will write as many digital shorts as I can in 2011 beginning with Caffe' Seduzione with Stone House Ink and Familial Witch with Astrea Press. (Yes I have an additional publisher now but that's for another post.)

2.I will release Glazier the debut book in a series as well as The Awakening the novel that will wrap the Familial Witch Series.

3. I will read, review and support fellow authors without ulterior motives or the attitude of what's in if for me.

4. I will attend at least one writers conference or convention this year...perhaps two.

5. I will move into a place where I can have my own office space that is not my bed.

6. I will leave for a few days and go to a place where the only thing expected of me is to take care of my own basic needs and write to my hearts content without fear of interruption or expectations. A writer's retreat if you will.

7. I will love...live..and laugh at anyone I can including myself.

What are your goals?

Bri

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Authors Can't Be With A Bubba

As an author relationships for me are more in depth. I analyze body language and speech long after the conversation ends. It's a bit of a chance being an author's friend. You never know if you will be the inspiration for a character or not. It's even harder to be in a relationship with an author. Because you are always competing for their attention.

It has been my great opportunity to befriend several authors over the years. In that process I have come to a conclusion about those in our field. They are either in a rock solid, love you for life relationship or they are not. There is no in between. Well let me rephrase that they may date a lot, that does not constitute a relationship.

I'll use my relationship for example. My husband at one point was a primary caregiver for our children while I wrote for hours and hours a day. That was in the initial stages of my writing. I have a better balance now. However, when there are deadlines to meet and people depending on your words other responsibilities fall to the wayside. As an author's significant other you have to accept that...and as an author you need to do everything you can to make up for it.

Being an author in today's world means you are more accessible to the people in your life. Unlike if you were a executive who goes to the office and then comes home. It is understood that they are not to be bothered unless on breaks or in emergencies between the hours of 9-5. As an author you won't get that...unless you set up those boundaries.

Here are some examples of what some of my colleagues do. J. actually has an office in the little town he lives in and does most of his writing there. He has been known to stay there for days when a deadline loomed or to travel to a friends cabin and steal away until done. V. actually goes to another country for one month every year. (Yeah I know what you are thinking JEALOUS) Then there is J she has a pretty good schedule with her kids where she either works in her home office or goes to the library. I think on most Saturdays you will find her at the local library.

Now both of the J's in that scenario are married with supportive and understanding spouses. (Sorry V no offense) One of the J's actually travels extensively on book tours and speaking engagements. Here's the true point to this post. Those same spouses had the supportive mindset BEFORE success.

I have met so many writers online, in groups or at a conference that have a drive and a passion to pursue a writing career. When I ask them why they haven't they all say, "I don't have time."or "When the kids are older." However, the one that infuriated me the most was from one woman. She told me her husband said she could use "her time" for writing and that when she was successful and making money she could devote more time to it.(I swear when I picture this man he hasn't bathed in a month, one of his overall snaps is broke, has chew hanging from his greasy too long beard and his name is Bubba.)

What really did it for me though was the look on her face. It was the same look I saw so many times for other writers who gave different excuses. I considered that they may all have something in common there, an unsupportive partner.

I'm not usually one who doesn't speak my mind...so the guilt of quietness was a foreign concept to me. It's like an ulcer to my mind to be silent. So in an effort to relive myself of emotional heartburn I will say what I should have to her and several other authors.

If you are in a relationship with a "Bubba" right now and they say things like "when you are successful" you need to decide what you really want. Because there will never be any success because your will never get the support that you need. If sharing your knowledge opinion and imagination is something you dream about at night, something that hounds you like a bookie does a debted gambler....Bubba's gotta go.

Bri

PS Cheer up you can always make up the partner you really want. Remember you are an author.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

What's up with YA fantasy?


Saturday was a good day. I had a date day spending time with my husband. We did some religious activities together and then, in our Sunday best, had a nutritious meal at the local McDonald's. As we ended our morning and went our separate ways, we both had errands and obligations to attend to, I suddenly found myself at the mall. Then just as suddenly I was knee deep and happily surrounded by my addiction. The Words. What my husband rather unaffectionately calls books.

I went to the store with the intentions of finding a cooking/diet book. Nevertheless, I found myself bouncing back and forth between the historical romance section and young adult fantasy section. I decided to purchase a book in YA about werewolves. I spent $20.00 on the hardback.

I left the book store so eagerly I almost forgot my original errand in the mall. I was bustling with the potential the new "words" could provide. I went straight home and did my chores quickly and saw to any potential needs my children might come up with so as not to be interrupted and thus igniting my Medusa like attributes.

Then I sat back on my super soft, down padded bed and snuggled up to get my fix. I must admit that what first attracted me to this book was the cover. This jacket was alluring, pivotal and beautiful. So you can imagine my utter dismay as I opened the book and ran my fingers along it's inner pages. I did not feel a smooth lattice work of equal proportions. The pages look like something my six year old cut out then put together with a stapeler. They are all misshapen and roungh edged.

Nevertheless, because of the junkie I am, I press forward. I made it to chapter 3 and could tell that I wasn't really happy with the way things were going. What do you think I did? What would you do? Remember I am a junkie. I read on. At about 11:00pm I was half way through the book and had met my breaking point.

I had endured several aspects of the story that I could look past. However, when the characters were being forced into situations of sexual abuse by authority figures of the straight and homosexual nature I was officially done. Not only am I done I will get my money back.

I used to read YA because I thought it would fall better within my ideas of moral reads. That is not the case anymore. The saddest thing about the whole ordeal is that this is not the first time this has happened. It is acutally quite common. There are also several common denominaters in my experiences as well. If it's YA fantasy set in modern times then it going to have something offensive to my own personal convictions more often than not. Why is that? Do teenagers really find joy is such sad and unacceptable behavoirs? Isn't fiction supposed to be fun? I will say when I do find the not. It's like finding a hidden snickers bar days after Halloween is over. Unexpected, satisfying and oh so sweet.


PS. I have purposely left the name of the novel out of this entry. I believe what I believe. Those are my personal opinions. I refuse to review a book in any form whether negative or positive when I cannot even finish it.