Fabulous Reviews for Magic Never Lies!

What are people saying about Magic Never Lies?

Open Skye Book Reviews — 6 stars!

“I adored this! Erin Leaf is fast becoming one of my favorite authors! I love her mix of hot smexy times and really fascinating paranormal story lines.”

Long and Short Reviews

“A really good story with supernatural hints that I can definitely recommend.”

Rainbow Book Reviews

“Their times between the sheets literally gave an entirely new meaning to the phrase ‘scorching hot’.”

Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Contemporary
Word Count: 64,200
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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Blake Gerritt has been done with music and fame for years. He’s happy with his anonymous life in an ordinary town in the middle of nowhere. He raised his sister after their parents died, and he’s no longer looking for more. Even the simmering magic in his blood has faded and he’s cool with that—he’s too old for falling in love anyway.

Aaron Wade is young and rich and miserable, even though millions love his songs. He knows he should be happy, especially since his bigoted jerk of a father is finally dead, but he can’t focus anymore. He can’t sleep. A small town in the middle of rural America is just the cure he needs to get back on track with his life, alone. Or so he thinks…

What happens when love comes out of nowhere? Do you let yourself fall or do you refuse the magic that could change everything?

Story Excerpt:

“We hardly know each other. I could be some crazed stalker fan.” Blake leaned down and seized both of Aaron’s wrists, dragging him upright, and Aaron suddenly realized that Blake had at least four inches on him, not to mention quite a bit of body mass. His muscled form pressed all along Aaron’s body, and he shivered, trying to remember that this guy was his mailman. And at least a decade older than him. Neither of those things is bad, his libido whispered in the back of his head. In fact, both of those things are very good, his inner kink whispered, in total agreement with his libido.

“I could be someone dangerous,” Blake said, voice going low. “Someone crazy.”

“But you’re not,” Aaron said, playing with fire as per usual. He’d been famous long enough to recognize the glow of crazy in some fans’ eyes, and Blake’s didn’t have it, although dangerous wasn’t out of the question. He allowed a flirty smile to twist his lips. He liked Blake’s edgy side. He liked it a lot. He wanted more.

“Tell me to stop,” Blake growled, kicking a leg in between Aaron’s thighs. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Aaron rolled his eyes as heat spread through him. Like hell was he going to say that. Blake was strong and hot and vibrating with energy. “No,” he said before he could even consider saying something more conciliatory. Blake’s nostrils flared, and Aaron had just enough time to think, shit, he’s solid, before the man’s lips were on his.

Aaron gasped, because Blake sure as hell didn’t fuck around. He bit Aaron’s lower lip, hard, then sucked away the burn even as he somehow maneuvered him backwards to the counter. Then, he slid his tongue inside Aaron’s mouth as he boxed him in, arms on either side. Aaron couldn’t move even if he wanted to. And I don’t want to because I love it. He’d never had a guy so self-assured touch him. Everyone always expected him to take the lead, and Blake’s strength was a major turn-on. Aaron groaned under his breath as Blake’s hard-on pressed into his hip. For a man who’d never dated another guy before, Blake certainly wasn’t shy about what he wanted.

“Dangerous enough for you?” Blake asked him, hazel eyes bright with lust and something else. Something Aaron had never seen before. “You like playing with fire?”

“Fuck,” Aaron said aloud, trying not to grind his cock against the hard body pinning him in place. Blake had never been with a dude before, and he really didn’t want to scare him off before anything even happened. Though, he really doesn’t seem scared, does he? Aaron thought as Blake kissed him again, until neither of them could breathe. When he leaned back, Aaron sucked in much-needed air. Blake’s hair was mussed. He looked sexy as hell and not at all unsure about what he was doing. “Jesus,” Aaron croaked, lips tingling. He wanted more.

“I’m not a boy, Aaron,” Blake said as he nipped him again. His voice had gone low and rumbly. “You may be my first guy, but I know what I like.” He leaned in and whispered against the hollow beneath Aaron’s ear. “I like your voice.”

“Fucking hell,” Aaron exclaimed, hands gripping Blake’s shoulders. “You can’t just say something like that.”

Blake laughed, and the sound of it sent shivers down Aaron’s spine. “You want me to stop?”

“I should be asking you that,” Aaron retorted, hands going to Blake’s hair. He couldn’t resist. It had just enough length for him to sink his fingers in, and he indulged. “God, you have great hair.”

“I heard you cut yours. And that the legions of your fangirls are going to have a collective heart attack when they find out,” Blake said, doing a slow grind against Aaron’s body. He slid his hands up Aaron’s arms until they were at his scalp. Blake massaged the short hair, and Aaron barely resisted the urge to purr as he writhed with delight. “Hmm. I like it short. The fangirls will just have to deal,” Blake said, fingers running along Aaron’s skull.

“They’ll get over it,” Aaron managed. The way Blake moved had a way of derailing his ability to speak.

“I like it like this. There’s just enough left to hold onto.” Blake slid one hand into Aaron’s short locks, and set the other on the small of his back. The heat of his palm felt like a brand. “Tell me if I’m moving too fast, rock star.”

Fast? Is he serious? Aaron didn’t know where the hell Blake had been in the past decade, or what he’d done in his life, but he sure as hell didn’t understand what gay meant. Most guys didn’t ask so many questions. Most guys were happy enough to suck and screw and then go on their way the next morning. “You can fuck me,” Aaron said, fully expecting Blake to say no, because Blake wasn’t ‘most guys.’ Aaron might not know exactly what was happening here, but he knew enough to realize that this thing between them wasn’t ordinary.

Sure enough, Blake froze. “Sex,” he said flatly. His lips pursed, as if he’d taken a bite of a particularly sour fruit.

“Sex, yeah,” Aaron said, pressing his fingers into the back of the older man’s neck. Heat sizzled along his fingertips. Isn’t that why we’re here? he thought, enjoying the way Blake’s erection still pushed into him, even as the guy mentally backed off. “Sure,” He said, wishing ‘no’ wasn’t what he was seeing in Blake’s expression. “Please.” Never hurt to be polite, right? But Blake stepped back anyway, and Aaron groaned aloud, even though he’d expected the retreat. “Seriously? You’re stopping now?”

Readers love shifters and rock stars and I don’t blame them.

Sometimes all the elements that I love most align in my brain, and I write a story that flows onto the page with no frustration. SOMETHING SHIFTY has a secret identity, a teacher/student relationship, a rock star, shifters, and a fated mate trope. Even now, years after I wrote it, I still get a bit tingly thinking about it, LOL.

What are people saying about Something Shifty?

Rainbow Book Reviews

“The passion between these two men is palpable, but so is the acceptance and friendship, their ability to share and support each other. If you like shifter stories with a difference, if you enjoy reading about two men who discover as much about themselves as they do about the man they’re falling in love with, and if you’re looking for a hot read with a bit of tension and lots of secrets, you will probably like this short book.”

The To Be Read Pile – 4 stars! A Recommended Read. Heat -5 Handcuffs – Orgasmic!

“I really enjoyed this unique twist to the usual shifter plot. It’s fast paced, entertaining, and beyond sexy. It might be a bit much for some people but I like to think it’s just the right amount of sizzle…”

 The Romance Reviews (TRR) – 4 stars!

“SOMETHING SHIFTY is an above-average MM shifter romance with two good leads, a strong romance, and world building I’d like to read more of.”

Night Owl Reviews – 4.5 stars! A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!

“Something Shifty is an artfully created love story that whittles its way into a reader’s heart and soul.”

Two Lips Reviews – 5 stars!

“I highly recommend this one if you like shifters, man love and story that is beautifully written.”

MM Good Book Reviews – 5 stars!

“I would recommend reading it, especially if you love sexy men, shifters, and lots of hot passionate sex, tender glances, feisty sisters, strong mates, excitement, surprise, suspense, and so much more.”

Open Skye Book Reviews – 4.5 stars!

“I’m a sucker for Rocker romances and this combines so many elements with that: professor, hidden identity, shifting, slow burn… it was great!”

 

  amazon-bestseller-icon  Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance, MM
Word Count: 40,680
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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Professor Seth Dustin thinks he’s alone in the world, but when he meets another shifter, he’s forced to reevaluate his whole life. Dex Connor is gorgeous, talented, and male—everything Seth had no idea he wanted.

However, when Seth discovers Dex is keeping dangerous secrets from him, he must decide if he can forgive the man who has become his closest friend, the man who stole his heart. Seth never expected to find himself in the midst of a territorial fight with a rival clan. He doesn’t know how to deal with the jealous hostility of a woman who wants Dex for herself. Love is unexpectedly complicated, but is being alone better?

Rocker, shifter, mate: Dex is all of these, and more. Professor, shifter, loner: Seth wants more. When two shifters meet, instinct takes over.

 

Story Excerpt:

“Shape shifters have one true mate. A lot of us don’t find that person. Some of us do and lose him, like my sister lost hers. They were so young they never even bonded.” He lifted a shoulder. “I knew almost from the moment I met you.”

Seth swallowed thickly. “I think you’re insane.” He meant it nicely, but still, Dex couldn’t imagine he would take this seriously, could he?

Dex laughed and shoved his chair away from the table. “I promise I’m not.”

Seth leaned his elbows against the solid wood and tried to figure out what the hell there was to say to that. His erection hadn’t flagged, either, oh no. In fact, his cock was harder than ever and had been since Dex said the word “mate.”

“Dex—” he began, then stopped, shocked at how rough he sounded. He pushed away from the table, edgy and aroused and not sure what to do with himself. He glanced at Dex whose eyes had gone dark.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Dex said, standing up in one graceful movement. The muscles in his arms flexed beautifully.

For a shifter who can’t shift, he certainly is in great shape, Seth thought vaguely, then Dex’s lips were on his and he stopped thinking at all. Dex hauled him up against his body and Seth shuddered. This kiss was even more incendiary than the last one, maybe because he wasn’t angry anymore, maybe because he wasn’t as shocked as the first time. He wasn’t sure he cared why. He ran his hands through Dex’s hair and hung on, crazily aroused by the feel of another man’s stubble against his mouth.

“Jesus, Dex,” he panted when Dex nibbled down his jaw. “What are we doing?”

Dex growled. All the hair on Seth’s body stood up and he pushed against Dex, trying to get closer. The table dug into his hip and he realized that Dex was pushing back at him, shoving him into the wood. Seth snapped. He groaned and grabbed Dex by the shoulders, swinging him around and walking him backwards until they hit the kitchen sink with a thump.

“Seth, fuck,” Dex said, kissing him again. Seth moaned and jammed his hands down Dex’s jeans.

“Off, take these off,” he said, hips jerking uncontrollably as Dex bucked against him.

“Seth, wait,” he said, but Seth wasn’t listening anymore. He didn’t want to know what new piece of annoying information Dex thought he absolutely must know. He wanted to rut against Dex’s hard, smooth, gorgeous body until he came, and he wanted to do it right the fuck now.

“Shut up.” Seth grunted, slipping a hand in between them to fumble at Dex’s jeans. “You talk too much and I’m done listening.”

“God, what are you—” Dex began, but Seth had the button open now. He eased the zipper down, breathing harshly against Dex’s throat.

“Be quiet,” Seth said, licking under his ear. Dex’s flavor burst over his tongue and he sucked in a breath as the taste of wild and hot and mine exploded in his body. “God, Dex, you taste incredible. Why do you taste so good?”

“Seth, if we do this, there’s no going back,” Dex muttered, his hands busy ripping Seth’s hoodie to shreds.

“I don’t see you stopping,” Seth taunted, biting him again. Dex shuddered against his mouth and he licked the spot where his teeth had just been. He loved the way Dex moved under his touch. Then Dex pushed him away and literally tore his hoodie off his body. “Holy shit.”

Dex smiled, fierce and possessive. “You were taking too long.”

Dex had a point. Seth blinked, suddenly right on the fucking edge of climax. He jammed his fist against his balls, trying to stave it off. “If you keep ripping my clothes off me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Dex dropped the pieces of Seth’s top and reached for his sweatpants. Seth danced away. “Fuck. Let me do it so you don’t break anything. Take your shirt off, for Christ’s sake.”

Dex snarled, but did as Seth asked, throwing it across the kitchen. His hair came out messy, but it made him look even hotter. Seth stared at Dex’s body, dazed at the sight of a huge tattoo covering most of his left hip and disappearing into his open pants. “Jesus, that must have hurt.”

Dex ran a finger up the design. “When I lost the ability to shift, I had the clan artist ink my lost animals onto me.”

Seth looked at the intertwined wolf and eagle and several other creatures cavorting across Dex’s skin. He wanted to taste them, run his fingers over them until he knew them as intimately as he knew his own. “It suits you,” he said gruffly. He eased his sweats over his erection carefully. When he straightened back up, he found Dex staring at him, eyes hot.

Book Extra:

I’d love to introduce you to my hero Seth Dustin from Something Shifty. Here is an interview with the sexy professor:

Seth Dustin finally speaks OUT about coming OUT with rocker Connor Dex!
by Erin M. Leaf, RockstarZEST! Entertainment
April 15, 2013 – 9:00 AM EDT

NEW YORK (RZ!E) — We’re pleased to welcome Seth Dustin, college professor, mild-mannered pianist, and hottie extraordinaire to our studio. In case you don’t know who he is, Mr. Dustin is the lucky fellow who has single-handedly removed Connor Dex (our favorite rockstar) from the dating pool and turned him into an almost-married man. The two of them took the world by storm when they performed an acoustic love song together at one of Connor’s concerts, finally proving once and for all that Connor is not only the coolest man on the planet, but also a romantic at heart.

Erin: Welcome to our studio, Seth!

Seth: Thank you for having me, Erin.

Erin: So, Seth, you and Connor performed that incredible love song at Madison Square Garden last summer. It was your first time playing before an audience that large. Were you nervous?

Seth: No, not at all.

Erin: Oh, come on now, not even the littlest bit? You have to admit, coming out in front of the whole world had to have been scary.

Seth: (chuckles) I knew that Dex was a little nervous, but for me it was easy. I’d already done the hard part.

Erin: And what was that?

Seth: Well, I didn’t know I was gay, so, that was a bit of a shock. The first time I met Dex, I didn’t understand why I liked him so much. I kept telling myself he’s just a guy, but every time I saw him again, I felt this strange attraction. We didn’t really date, you know. We became friends.

Erin: So Connor was your first boyfriend?

Seth: (laughs) You make that sound so high-school. Yes. Dex was my first. I guess technically I’m bisexual.

Erin: So you still like girls?

Seth: Women are beautiful, but it’s a moot point for me. I’m with Dex now. This is a forever kind of thing.

Erin: Aww. That’s so romantic. I heard somewhere that you had no idea Connor was a rock star? How is that possible?

Seth: Apparently I was living under a rock. (a loud ‘hmpf’ sounds from the other room, Seth rolls his eyes.)

Erin: Oh, do tell…

Seth: I listened to the radio once in a while, but mostly I only listened to classical music. When I first met Dex, he was just a guy who’d come into the library with his sister, Del. I’d met her in the woods a few days earlier. We’re both runners, so…

Erin: If you like women, why didn’t you ask her out?

Seth: I wasn’t looking for anyone. I didn’t date. I found dating exhausting. I just wanted to be left alone.

Erin: Sounds lonely.

Seth: (shrugs)

Erin: When did you find out Connor was a rockstar?

Seth: (flushes slightly) Um, well, that happened after we’d been dating for a while.

Erin: He didn’t tell you?

Seth: He didn’t. He led me on. (‘Hey!’ someone calls from the other room.) And he is still paying for that, believe me. (Seth yells this last bit.)

Erin: Weren’t you angry?

Seth: (grins) It was way too late for that. I loved him too much by then. Even being a famous rockstar wasn’t a deal-breaker. (looks thoughtful) I don’t think anything short of cheating on me could be a deal-breaker, and Dex would never do that. (raises voice again) Because I would kill him.

Connor: (entering room) Okay, that’s enough. You can’t badmouth me to the press, Seth. You’ll destroy my career. (laughs)

Seth: (slings an arm around Connor’s waist) I believe you’ve met Dex before?

Erin: I have. Nice to see you again, Connor. By the way, why does he call you Dex? I thought that was your last name?

(the two exchange looks)

Connor: It’s just his way of driving me insane.

Seth: I do what I can to keep him humble.

(they exchange a kiss, it grows heated)

Erin: I guess that’s it for this interview, folks!

Don’t feed the trolls

A long time ago, on a computer network far, far away, I  encountered an anonymous individual freaking out big time over something or other. This person was trashing another anonymous user: calling him/her names, posting really, really uncreative obscenities. I used to lurk on usenet, reading stories, checking news, and generally being a giant nerd—imagine my astonishment when I discovered that a ginormous public forum will often generate phenomenally jerky behavior.

*insert sarcastic gasp of astonishment here*

A week later, this same person freaked out all over someone else’s post. And then again a few days later it happened again. It was like watching a train wreck.

The person trashing everything in sight on an online space is called a troll. Trolls like to cause trouble. They love flame wars and posting rage rants and if they can make a normal, ordinary individual strolling along the internet highway freak out, that is the ultimate WIN.

The only way to counteract them is to not freak out. Doesn’t matter how offensive they are, how crazy, how stalkerish, how absolutely evil, if you ignore the troll it will get bored and go away. Don’t feed the trolls the thing they most want: you flipping out in public. Trolls cannot be reasoned with. Trolls are irrational precisely because that generates the biggest upset.

What does this have to do with writing romance novels? Well, see, there are some people who like to post bad reviews on books in various places. Sometimes they just don’t like the book. Sometimes they don’t like the genre. Sometimes they just want to see if they can get the author to freak out in public. The reasons don’t really matter. The response is the same as what you would use for a troll: ignore, ignore, ignore.

As a writer, I’ve received my fair share of critique, reviews, criticisms—a lot of it bad. Some of them were mean. Some were heartfelt critiques kindly meant. The only two proper responses are: say nothing, or say thank you. That’s it. Those are the only two options. Ever.

As Nassim Nicholas Taleb says in his book, “Fooled by Randomness,”

A book review, good or bad, can be far more descriptive of the reviewer than informational about the book itself.

How today is like a blackberry lollipop

I almost never eat blackberries. I love them in all their berry goodness but the SEEDS. Get thee out of my teeth! Dear evolution, those seeds are a terrible terrible design flaw. I don’t eat your stinkin blackberries because of those seeds! Well, except when I cook them down into a syrup I can pour over cheesecake.

Making that stupid syrup is a PAIN in the tush. Like, seriously. I have to add sugar and berry liquor and then after they’re all mushy there’s the blender and the cheesecloth and Holy Crap Batman that shit STAINS big time. But I’m such a sucker for that incredible, deep, amazing, delicious berry flavor that I make the syrup at least one or two times a year.

This is me: SUCKER

I’m a sucker for chocolate. Blackberry syrup. Hugs. Sparkly jewelry. The color purple. Kisses. And reviews. It’s a terrible addiction and I’ve totally given up trying to keep it under control. There are two lovely reviews of Risk Is A Four-Letter Word and I’m completely and utterly incapable of not posting about them. So, yeah. Thank you awesome reviewer people! Would you like a lollipop? 🙂

What are people saying about Tango Trio?

A NIGHT OWL REVIEWS BOOK REVIEW | Reviewed by: Terri

Carrie Haake was franticly trying to find the top to her bikini. It was some where and she needed to find it and get it back on. There was no way she was leaving the water and go on shore at a public beach with no top especially with her nieces and nephew right there. Her sister wasn’t going to be any help as she was sleeping under the umbrella. When her top shows up though, Carrie is looking at two of the best looking guys she’s ever seen, Zeke and Eric.

Zeke and Eric have been best friends since childhood. They currently live together and make top end furniture. They also both appreciate Carrie and hope to be able to get a date with her. But when one of Carrie’s nieces grabs her attention, both guys disappear.

The three bump into each other again at an art museum in New York. There the attraction they all feel is once again felt. This time, they go a bit further than they did at the beach though the guys still haven’t got Carrie’s phone number! However, they do find out that the attraction they feel towards Carrie extends to each other.

They continue to bump into each other when they don’t expect it like at the Emergency Room or during a blizzard. Each time the attraction becomes harder to resist until they don’t.

But while these three may be wanting to explore this attraction, they have families and not everyone is as accepting or open minded as to accept that Zeke and Eric might be a couple much less adding Carrie into the mix. What to do?

This story is absolutely awesome. It grabbed me from the first scene where Carrie is trying to find her top and kept my interest until the last page where I truly didn’t want it to end.

The characters are superb. Carrie isn’t a daring person. She’s serious, industrious and very family orientated. She seldom dates and most of her dates turn out bad. The thought of one good looking guy dating her is a foreign thought much less two. Zeke and Eric balance each other. They aren’t the same person. While one is easy going, the other is a bit intense. One’s father is an alcoholic and abusive while the other is from a loving home. Each loves their families but they are their own men. And, neither was willing to test their friendship to explore the sexual feelings they had towards the other.

The emotional pull is outstanding. Eric and Zeke are guys. They don’t talk about feelings so when a not so accidental kiss deepens into something more, they aren’t sure where the other stands or what they feel. They are forced to talk about their feelings which makes them uncomfortable. Carrie loves her sister, Olivia. Olivia thinks Carrie is going to date two guys, not two guys together. Still, she will support Carrie no matter what she does. The love is strong and it comes across. Putting Carrie into the mix of Zeke and Eric makes things muddy but the emotions that come through are strong, even if they are confused!

All those emotions make the hot sex even hotter. No matter who is involved the sex is graphic, intense and will make you horny. There are scenes with just the guys and others with all three. Each and everyone is written so you feel as if you are participating. Expect to be turned on and needing to be cooled off when reading this story.

Erin M. Leaf is a new author to me but I’ll be looking for more of her work. This story was over way too quickly and I didn’t want to leave this relationship. Still, the story was complete, just too short. (There is only around 100 pages.) I fell in love with the characters, appreciated the touches of humor and felt my heart tug with all the emotional drama. I couldn’t ask for anything more in a story.

Bottom line: If you like contemporary ménage, read this story. It is one of the best stories I have read in a while and I can’t wait to find more stories by Erin M. Leaf.

May 03, 2012

MR Review
Rating: 
Reviewer: Alberta
Review:

Carrie meets two hunks at the beach, and is attracted to Eric and Zeke, but over the next few months, she can’t seem to get together with them. In the meantime, Eric and Zeke realize that although they have been friends since childhood, neither knew the other was bisexual. They embark on a homosexual relationship, but both want Carrie to complete them and become a family. By the time they manage to get together, all three are already in love with each other to some extent.

Lots of conflict in Risk is a Four Letter Word, as the two men aren’t sure how to continue their lives together or with a woman in the mix. All three of their families are somewhat less than supportive of their lifestyle choices, so they spend a lot of the story tending to the conflicts. The sex is really, really hot, and the men seem to be very empathetic and so nice you have to wonder if they are for real. Carrie takes a chance on them, and we see a HEA for now ending.

I’m seeing lots of stories about gay men hooking up with the woman of their dreams lately, and I’m not entirely sure this would ever happen in real life, but it makes for great sex and interesting stories.

“Put some cupcakes in this freaking paragraph” and other nightmares…

So I know I shouldn’t crow about reader reviews, but screw that. I LOVE reader reviews. One of my favorites is a review I received on Goodreads from someone named Reza for Appassionato (Dream Marked #1):

“This was totally weird. And I usually like weird, but this was. . . weird. So weird, I don’t know why I gave it four stars. But I did really like it despite how weird it was. (Have I written the word “weird” enough times for you to get the idea?)”

Every time I read that review I laugh. I’ve felt that way about quite a number of books. That review actually makes sense to me and I love it. I mean, sometimes I don’t know why I like a book. Sometimes the novel is just, well, weird, but it’s still intriguing enough to finish it.

Novels that I thought were weird but liked anyway (spoilers ahead, be warned):

  • Guilty Pleasures by Anita K. Hamilton (Like, whoa. Pick up that shapeshifter wolf and take him home with you! And yeah, the vampire too!)
  • Prince of Ice by Emma Holly (Um, what the hell is that on his . . . That was weird. But HOT. Gimme more!)
  • Faith & Fidelity by Tere Michaels (Wait, severe depression, death, and kids? Seriously? This turns into a MM romance? Wow.)
  • Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind (Nice guy gets a sword. Nice guy is the MOST IMPORTANT DUDE in the land. Nice guy is GRAPHICALLY tortured? I was OBSESSED with this book. I love this book. I watched every episode of the crappy tv series based on this book.)
  • The Quantum Rose by Catherine Asaro (Oh hey! It’s a fantasy romance novel! Which totally is awesome right up until the CRAZY genetic math-type stuff I still don’t understand. But the novel is still awesome.)

So, you can see that I don’t mind a review calling my book weird. I can deal with weird. I embrace weird.

My most recent reviews came for Risk Is A Four-Letter Word. I ADORE them. If I could snatch them up off the Amazon page and hug them, I totally would do that. Most of the time I’m positive my writing is complete and total crap. It’s so crappy it animates itself and tells me so: “Hey, what the hell are you doing, writing such repulsive dialogue? Make it snappy! Put some cupcakes in this freaking paragraph! Anything to spice things up.”

When my prose starts dissing me like that, I tend to get a wee bit paranoid about the quality of my work. Ask any writer. She’ll agree with me. We’re a bunch of neurotic, paranoid, depressive, manic, crazy chicks with brutal imaginations. So, when a great review for one of my books hits the interwebz, I tend to freak out celebrate.

My favorite part of those reviews:

“Erin hits it out of the ballpark again. This was a really fun, fast read.”

Even terrible reviews are useful, by the way. Lest you think I only appreciate good reviews, let me explain: I appreciate anything that tells me where I went wrong. If a reader says something that’s totally bizarre, mean, insane, that’s less than nice, I generally think to myself: “How do I avoid this confusion in the future?” I’m always trying to improve my work. I know that not everyone will enjoy the plot or characters, but I can at least craft the words so that my intention is clear. I’m not out to confuse readers. Rather, I want to AMUSE readers. For me, romance novels should be an escape from the trauma of real life. That’s what I’m shooting for with every word.

Oh, by the way, look at the cool banner that I totally forgot to brag about. Evernight is awesome.