10 Books With an Adjective In the Title

This week’s Top 10 Tuesday prompt was surprisingly difficult! I hadn’t realized until now how few book titles have adjectives in the name – and even fewer of them have adjectives that aren’t part of a proper noun. I had to really dig through my history of reads – but here are 10 books with adjectives in the name that I have read and enjoyed. 1. White Smoke by Tiffany Jackson 2. Velvet was the Night by Silvia Moreno-Garcia 3. Crooked Hallelujah by Kelli Jo Ford 4. The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher 5. Moon of the Crusted Snow by … Continue reading 10 Books With an Adjective In the Title

The Maid

When I don my maid uniform – not the frumpy Downton Abbey style or even the Playboy cliché, but the blinding white starched dress shirt and the slim-fit black pencil skirt made from stretchy fabric for easy bending – I am whole. Once I’m dressed for my work day, I feel more confident, like I know just what to say and do. At least most of the time. And once I take off my uniform at the end of the day I feel naked, unprotected, undone.The truth is, I often have trouble with social situations. It’s as if everyone is … Continue reading The Maid

Reading Tips: Reading with ADHD

My ADHD journey is relatively new: years ago, I had a therapist in college mention the possibility of ADHD in addition to my anxiety, but at the time I dismissed it, having fallen for the common stereotypes (constantly hyperactive and disruptive). Several years ago, I sought treatment for PTSD after my divorce (see Looking Back at my Year), and my primary doctor mentioned that some of my symptoms also sounded like ADHD – being easily startled by loud sounds, and how hard it was for me to return to my work after. I once again dismissed it. For me, it … Continue reading Reading Tips: Reading with ADHD

Axiom’s End

It was a few moments before the creature even moved, showed signs that yes, it was indeed alive and active. Cocking its head slightly, a glow in its eyes narrowing. Following her. Tracking her. And she’d led it exactly where it’d wanted her to go. Not to Neils Ortega, but to Luciana and her colleagues. She had led the alien right to them. “I’m not dead,” she reminded herself. If her only purpose was to lead this thing to its quarry and then be disposed, it would have killed her without even knowing it was there. But instead it just … Continue reading Axiom’s End

Winter Romances: Snow Falling

The single red rose sat on the concierge spot along with a playing card: the King of Hearts.Heat rose in Josephine’s cheeks and she looked around, hoping no one would notice as she grabbed the rose and stuffed it into the wastebasket.She wanted to try to forget the other night and all that had happened with Rafe until she could get a handle on what she was feeling and how she was going to deal with the situation. Something that might be hard to do since she worked in Rake’s hotel.At the desk, she opened her secret drawer and pulled … Continue reading Winter Romances: Snow Falling

Winter Romances: Wintersong

The night was clear, and the air had the breath of winter upon it. Death and ice and slumber. I held the lantern aloft, illuminating the path ahead. The goblin grove lay in the distance, the only bit of the forest wreathed in mist. The mist formed spectral shapes before my eyes, suggesting the hump of a goblin’s back or the curve of a nymph’s cheek. But nothing, no one, materialized. I would have no audience tonight.Very well then, I thought, walking into the goblin grove itself. It was a circle of twelve alder trees, almost perfectly round, as though … Continue reading Winter Romances: Wintersong

Winter Romances: The Winter Sea

My little bedroom in the back had just a wardrobe and an iron bed, complete with sagging mattress on old-fashioned springs that squeaked when I sat down. There was a window here that looked towards the north, and I could see the jagged outcropping of rock with ruined Slains high on it, rising red against the sky. But I was far too tired, just now, to take much notice of the view.The bed squeaked loudly when I lay on it, but to my weary face the pillowcase felt soft and cool, and when I slipped beneath the freshly-laundered warmth of … Continue reading Winter Romances: The Winter Sea

Winter Romances: Wrapped Up In You

He still wasn’t sure if Jace – if any of the Farrells – understood what family felt like for Will. Before they’d moved in next door and been effortlessly absorbed into their new neighbors’ lives, Will and his mom had had no one but each other for 10 fucking years. They’d struggled alone. They’d suffered alone. They’d survived his father alone.And then they’d met Patricia Farrell and her daughter Danielle, and all of Danielle’s children.And when they were hungry, Danielle had come round with extra food they’d happened to have cooked.And when Patricia saw Will walking himself home from school … Continue reading Winter Romances: Wrapped Up In You

January 2022: Winter Romances

I will absolutely admit to being one of those people that fantasizes about a warm fire, a cup of tea, and a good book in the winter. There’s something about the snow coming down that makes me want romance and neatly wrapped up endings. This is the feeling that inspired my reads for this month. Each Thursday, I’ll be reviewing a winter-themed romance. I’ll be eager to see what you all have thought about these books, or any others that you want to recommend! January 6th: Wrapped Up In You January 13th: The Winter Sea January 20th: Wintersong January 27th: … Continue reading January 2022: Winter Romances

My Heart is a Chainsaw

But what she always finds herself watching instead of the crowd that night is Sherriff Hardy, coming up out of the shallows with her in his arms, giving her all the body heat he has to give, his 61-year-old jowls quivering with each bellow he lets out about how “This girl is god-damn well not going to die”, not on his watch.In slashers, the local cops are always useless. It’s a hard and fast rule of the genre. Sheriff Hardy not sticking to that is just one more nail in the coffin of Jade’s dreams. By now that coffin’s pretty … Continue reading My Heart is a Chainsaw