My reading blahs are lifted.

I've been in the blah's the last two weeks or so with reading. Part of it was from the preasure I put on myself to get more writing done. When I had time to read, I wanted it to be something not just good, but GREAT. Very little I picked up hit the spot. I've got no less than 7 books scattered around the house, car, and purse (3 in the car alone) that I've tried to start in the last 2 weeks. Another 3 that went back to the library because they couldn't suck me in past the first chapter. I've read a few great ebooks in that time, but most of the paperbacks I picked up couldn't get the job done.

So yesterday I suffered thru an emergancy chiro appointment, and to reward myself I stopped in at Books A Million - it's just down the road a bit. Went in for a fresh cup of coffee and the Februray copy of Romantic Times (nice article on ebooks in there that I had been waiting for, although it didn't give me as much depth as I wanted). A glitch behind the coffee counter gave me 5 minutes to kill, so I started browsing the shelves. And found Bad Boys Ahoy.

(Warning - I'm becoming a Sylvia Day fangirl.) Since I read "Misled" last year, it really opened me up to a fresh voice in writing, and it couldn't have come at a better time. I've heard Bad Boys Ahoy recommened everywhere I turn for the last month, and I couldn't have found it at a better time.

Because it completely cured my reading dumps. I devoured the first story (the book is a set of 3 novellas), and Sebastian Blake is man enough to get anyone out of the dumps. I started Lucien's Gamble right before I started dinner, and only the fact that the family ate frozen dinners and take out the last 3 nights drug me away from reading to cook. Now I've got the TiVo set up to take care of NCIS and House for me tonight, because - for the first time in weeks - there's a book I'd rather read.

It's adult fiction, hot and sensual. I can't wait to finish.