Entire catalog. GONE

Kobo has removed ALL of my titles from their store front. Every single one. Talk about overreact, much? I don’t even know what to think anymore. Guess it’s time to write about almost kisses, behind the door chaste touches purely for the sake of procreation and make sure everyone is dressed modestly with every bit of skin covered. Oh wait…did I time travel? Because I’m pretty sure that was the Victorian age. Am I wrong? Oh, but wait a minute, people DID have sex back then. For pleasure, even! But goodness gracious, we can’t write about that. Oh heavens, no! Cover your eyes (yes, I know you’re an adult but you need protecting)! Put down that filthy ereader and go wash out your brain. Shame! Shame! Shame!

Okay. Are we finished overreacting? Please, God, say yes. I am 41 years old. I don’t need a babysitter and I certain don’t need a business telling me what I can and cannot read. Back off, I’m fully capable of choosing my own reading pleasure. Oh, and you’re NOT invited into my bedroom so don’t worry about what turns me on because it’s NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.