escaping reality one book at a time
I know what you're thinking...
I mean, really, our books have all this great
and so much
and lots and lots of
and somewhere halfway through the book this happens
and then when we finish the book we're all like
Yeah, and it is awesome.
Until one day you're driving down the road and this happens
Yup. That. Devastating isn't it?
Well, I think I have hit the romance wall.
The place I work only deals with customers over the phone and we get a lot of calls from military, government and law enforcement. I never see their faces, I only hear voices.
Can you see where this is going? If not, don't worry, I'm about to explain.
Every time I answer the phone and it is someone from the military, my brain flashes a big neon sign that says "DOM". So, I spend the entire phone call anticipating his panty-dropping "dom" voice. Thank you Ms. Masters. You know, it's really hard to be professional when you are picturing the person on the other end of the line wielding a flogger and rope.
When I get a call from police officers, detectives and even the FBI, do you know where I go?
Yup. Right there.
I just know that every single one of them is a dirty-talking, super-alpha who can get down to business. He also owns things that cost a whack, but he got them for a song (couldn't help it). And I'm imagining all of this while on the phone with them. Yes, my un-professionalism knows no bounds. Thank you, Ms. Ashley.
And when I start thinking about taking a vacation, do you know where I want to go?
FLORIDA!! Do you know why? I bet Ms. Sinclair does (Thanks!).
I am completely convinced that I can go to Florida, get stranded in a storm and "accidentally" stumble upon Master Z and his club. It's a real place, I know it is. Anyhow, lets just say that not everyone in my household is as excited about that vacation.
At this point it may be debatable whether or not I've hit maximum capacity, but when I ask my husband if I can buy him fangs and call him Lothaire... or if I can buy us wings and we can be Reaver and Harvester...
Yeah. Houston, we have a problem lots of problems.
It is at this point he threatens to take my books away.
Do you think that since I've hit this wall that I will stop reading or even slow down or possibly switch genres?