Happy book birthday to Deb Tawna’s Making Waves! I’m giggly and all kinds of shades of chartreuse because, um, I’m a total romance novel virgin! Yes, I did peek at the pages of friend’s romance novels in high school, but can you believe that in my 33 years I’ve never been properly introduced to the genre? So, Deb Tawna, you are my first!
Like Deb Elise, I have had the Fabio impression about so-called romance novels. And, funny little side note: When my first novel, The Violets of March, was coming out, my mom (knowing nothing about the subject of my novel) said she was hopeful that Penguin wouldn’t put a bare-chested male on the front (I said, “mom, it’s not that kind of novel!”). But, really, the type of romance novel that Deb Tawna writes is just pure fun. (And, that cover be any more appealing?!)
I giggled (and blushed) my way through the pages, and, like the other Debs, loved getting to know Tawna more through her pages. (Because you can always get to know a person more through her words.) I found myself rooting for Juli, a little smitten with Alex, and craving a beachy adventure of my own (sans pirates and kids!).
Bravo, Deb Tawna! Wishing you every success with your debut. xoxo
Sans kids makes sense, but your husband could always BE the pirate…
Pirates certainly can make or break a good beachy vacation!
Sarah, you just had your third child, surely you can’t be blushing! I’ll bet you of all of us enjoyed the rollicking good story that took you away for a few hours. I know I did! (Kids, sorry I missed dinner that one day…. Love, Mom)
LOL, Kim….I’m obviously a big fan of escapist fiction (and of anything that makes people blush, though I’m not much of a blusher myself!
You picked a great novel to give it up to. I’m sure the humor and the passion made it a rewarding experience. Probably didn’t hurt at all. 😉
Loving all the virgin euphemisms here! I feel like I’ve violated Deb Sarah, but in a good way 🙂
They’re definitely not all as good as Tawna’s – you chose wisely!
Aw, thanks! Here’s that $20 I promised you.
Kim took my first thought, Eleanor wrote my second, and Elise echoed my third potential comment.
Since everyone else stole your comments, why don’t you just tell us a dirty joke? I’ll be waiting patiently 🙂
The mother took her little boy to the pediatrician and said, “Dr. what can you do, my son has a teenie weenire.”
Dr.: “Feed him pancakes for breakfast.”
The next morning the mother made a dozen pancakes and served one to the child. When he asked for more, the mother replied, “No, the rest are for your father.”
I just laughed so loudly that both housemates came wandering in to see what was so funny. Nicely done!
Apologies, there’s no “r’ in “weenie” but that overlapping end area had its revenge again.