Two weeks ago, we took a look at the front and back of Keeper by Patricia Gardner Evans. In the comments, more than a few readers said the book itself was really good, and definitely not one to judge by the “still wasters” on the cover. So I took at look at the copy I'd ordered so I could scan the cover, and boy howdy, was it interesting. It's powerful and emotional and the heroine especially is compelling and complex. So I wrote about it for Kirkus:
One thing I learned early when talking about romances online—and books in general—is that while the author has some input into the cover art of her book, and that amount varies by publisher, most of the time, the cover art is far outside the author's control. And, more importantly, the cover art often—very, very often—doesn't match the book inside.
Such is the case with Keeper by Patricia Gardner Evans.
Mr. Odd-Shoulder With a Typo, whose name is Cleese (though if I read it too quickly when my eyes are tired I do see it as “Cheese”), is a fascinating hero. He's the CEO (of course) of a large company in Texas (of course) and he's smart, powerful and resourceful (of course). Cleese also REALLY likes fishing. When he first sees the heroine, she's poaching on his land. When he watches her fish for bass and watches her enjoy more success than he usually has in the same spots, he becomes intrigued. They meet, he drives her to her car in a rainstorm, and he tries to figure out how they might meet again, and then again.
There are two things about this book that are fascinating. First, the heroine, Laurel, is a widow, and her late husband was abusive, physically and emotionally. She works as an illustrator, but she volunteers frequently at an organization that counsels abused spouses, giving them support and techniques to stop their abusers or leave the relationship altogether. Most of the scenes when she's not with Cleese feature her volunteering, practicing dialogue with other women and strategizing how to help them undo the damage to their confidence and their self worth.
I will say this: OH SWEET TAPDANCING TUNAFISH the TYPE IS SO SMALL in this book. I included a picture in the Kirkus entry, and seriously. OW. This book isn't available digitally, and I wish it were because MY EYES. They're wondering what they did wrong and why I'm punishing them this way.
Via Jennifer Lohmann: what would it look like if aliens were writing erotica about humans having sex? It would look… completely 0_o:
“With absolutely no regard for personal space, the two of them created an unnecessary amount of friction, generating sweat in the process.”
“Some sort of gel emerged.”
“One sat upon the other, like furniture that sneaks inside of your body.”
If any female arousal comes with mention of gel and it's not lube, we're going to have words. Many, many words.
Do you want to make your own marshmallow Peeps? Yes, of course you want to make your own marshmallow Peeps!
I've received a few links (thank you to Katie, Kelly, and Mandobee) about Farrah Abraham writing an erotic novel. The reaction seems to be OMGTRAINWRECKRUNHIDE!
Now, I watch very little tv (I am not good at watching tv and have developed a huge distrust for tv writers) and what little I do watch is not reality tv, so I have no idea who Farrah Abraham is. Like, none. No concept or frame of reference.
But I know who Farrah Rochon is!
So EVERY TIME I see “Farrah Abraham” my brain superimposes “Farrah Rochon,” and I think, Wait, Farrah Rochon is writing erotica now?
And THEN I think, Why would anyone be upset about that?
Then I have to correct my brain again.
And AGAIN. Like, six times now.
Because Farrah Abraham writing erotic fiction published by Ellora's Cave (of course it is) is gathering a lot of press, and every time I see some of it, I keep thinking that Farrah Rochon has branched into erotic fiction.
Which she hasn't. Farrah Rochon writes contemporaries. But if she did write erotic romance IT WOULD BE AWESOME.
So, I'm sorry Farrah Rochon.
Maybe we should all pretend that all the Farrah Abraham press is really about Farrah Rochon's contemporaries. That might help, right?