We're so back!

We're so sorry we haven't been back! 

We've been struggling (I think maybe we are not alone?) but we are coming back with a celebration of a kind of book we're struggling to define but we totally know what we're talking about and hope you do too. They tend to be paranormal romances, but don't have to be. They come in long series and you can usually debate for ages about where you should stop reading them. Every woman you know knows about them but almost none of the men do. They have big worldbuilding (often to the point where by book 20 they're completely different books and now everybody is a demon in hell and also a rock star but they still have killer outfits) and their fans are real fans, they get into the first one and read fifteen more in a week, they write fanfic, they want to live in the world. They somehow have a little bit of a fanfic vibe even in the original. There's something a little "guilty pleasure" about them. A little, dare I say, "cringe".

Well fuck that, if we're going to meet the moment we need to smother the part of us that thinks a pleasure could be guilty or that sincerity is embarassing. We're embarking on a special mini-series we're calling the Bodice Tipplers Cringe Binge! We're reading Sherrilyn Kenyon! We're reading Charlaine Harris! We're reading JR Ward! We're sure as shit reading Nalini Singh!

And before somebody pops out of a garbage can to tell me there's nothing cringey about these books, please go and look at a list of the men's names in the Black Dagger Brotherhood books and check yourself. If you truly want to overcome your instinct for embarassment you're going to have to read a book about a grown ass man named Phury, don't come complaining to me, I don't make the rules. Or the rhules.

So join us starting Labor Day for our first one, Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon!