Karlyflower *The Vampire Ninja, Luminescent Monster & Wendigo Nerd Goddess of Canada (according to The Hulk)* > Recent Status Updates

I know I'm supposed to be all: Curran, Curran, Curran.... however *raises hand tentatively* Can I get an order of Derek instead??

There was so much beauty in your soul, Erik, so much beauty that I fear now, because of one old man's folly, will never see the light of day.

In darkness you came to me.

And in darkness you left...

I went to the next level with CQ last night.... yup. I am officially an accidentally abusive spouse. I elbowed him directly in the eyeball.... he now has a black eye. *sobs*

I couldn't elbow him in the eye, like directly into the socket, again if I actually tried. #queenoftheklutzes

Oh goodie..... Hubby dearest is pissed that his virginal new bride has a vibrator... *head fucking desk*

(And stupid story is stupid because she only has it because it was a joke gift.)

Vibrators are the deeeeeevil *waterboy's mom's voice*

I have a blinding hatred for this book already...... Instalove, virginal to a point of sainthood AND it's horribly written..... Thank gods it was free.

I'm fairly confident that this was free because it's not very good..... At all.

Note to authors: never refer to a guy's genitals as his "ding-a-long" in ANYTHING you want me to not cringe at.

His Majesty Curran,
the chosen Lord of Free Beasts,
Requests your presence at the meeting of his Pack

[...]

"My own fault, huh," I said to the wolf-man, "I did tell him I wanted a formal invitation."

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty."

I gazed back at him. Did I hate him? Yes, I hate him. Love and hate all mixed together, a new emotion.



Trying not to love him has proved impossible. But trying not to hate him, that, too.

He said nothing. I looked up at him then. He said, "Won't you come over here to me? I don't know what you believe I am, right now, but picture a man, younger than you, out of his depth, but wanting you.

I love you, I thought. I am in love with a robot. By all means, let's all lie, but not to ourselves [...] I'm going to love you, whatever your name isn't

I am making love with the statue of a god cast in metal, and Jane's Book was a lie.


(will this review be full of SPG images, just like Steal Metal Lover?! Only time will tell ♥ )

He could have been a psychopath. And I suppose he is, really.

I miss having a life outside of work!!!! *sobs* I'm not ingnoring you lovely people, just so you know! I'm being SWAMPED at work..... Ugh. Love you all!

I have a very distinct feeling I am going to loathe Luciana, A LOT..... in fact, I kind of already do.

Ugh.... I am becoming quite frustrated with all the anti-hetero crap in this. How is that any different than homophobia, really? Judging someone else's sexuality stinks, no matter what.

"Then she shouldn't look like that," I say grumpily

What.the.actual.fuck? *grumbles for eternity*

Every time I read the name Frankie I think of

That being said I am not enjoying this narrator so far.....

"For God's sake!" I snapped. "Two what?"

"Kisses," he whispered tremulously. "One now and one to save." [...]

"You must not ask that." I sobbed



Gah! Erik's mother is a fucking bitch! HATE!

She just sounded in awe, and I wouldn't have traded this moment for all the assuredness or foresight in the entire world.

"That would be fun. We can go somewhere too. My treat," I offered.

"Don't be ridiculous. Girls don't pay when they're with me."

I smiled at him. "See? Nice." I loved a guy who was a gentleman.

I think the word you are looking for here is misogynistic NOT "nice".

... You're so full of colour, so vibrant you never get lost in the gray in my head. I don't want to lose that."

My heart caught. Those were words a woman would never forget a man saying to her, especially when they came from a man like this.

*right.in.the.feelz.*