I am not to be trusted with a credit card. All things bad happen when I have my credit card, like mass book purchases. But this months blame lays soley at the feet of Mandi and Tori from SmexyBooks and Amy from Fiction Vixen.
Last months blame lies all in the hands of Sophia of Fiction Vixen. She’s just as bad for my wallet. Don’t even get me started on Pam and her emails “Nat, you HAVE to read this.” Bad sidekick.
See, I’m on a bit of a return to contemporary kick, but I’ve been so focused on PNR and UF I’m outta the cool reads loop. So I asked them for recommendations and all hell broke loose.
My credit card jumped out of my wallet, onto my desk and bought itself books. Lots of books. Okay, shut up, I know my credit card number by heart (hey it’s my debit card as well, shush). But still, it did very bad things. I also blame Jane of Dear Author for daring to post a coupon code, one of which I may or may not have taken advantage of. *hangs head in shame*
All I asked for was for some funny contemps and all hell broke loose in casa Pixie. So please, whatever you do…DONT TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO READ! I don’t think I can handle it…..
*whispers* What contemps made you pee yourself or snort all while wanting a cold shower?