I do bang on about Smashwords a lot, I know. And there is (whisper it) an awful lot of pap on there. I know that, too, though I still feel an absolute heel for saying it in public.
However, Smashwords are having a Summer/Winter sale throughout July (or a Winter/Summer sale, if you’re looking at the world from that direction), so I thought I’d set myself a challenge.
I keep saying Smashwords is worth a look. Well okay then. That means there must be thirty one books on there that I won’t be embarrassed to recommend. One a day. That can’t be too hard.
I’m going to start by cheating just a little, because it didn’t occur to me to do this until rather late in the day. That means that today’s book isn’t one that I’ve found in the sale, it’s one that’s been on my ‘overdue a review’ shelf for rather too long. So – two birds with one stone. Flying start, I reckon.
I’ve been putting off a review because I don’t love it quite as much as I wish I did, but I don’t love it for reasons that say a lot more about me than they say about the book.
Well-written and profligately inventive, this is a book that almost (but not quite) got me to relax and enjoy the sex scenes. There’s my sticking point, you see. There’s really an awful lot of sex (I have no one to blame but myself for stumbling into a book that was clearly not going to be my cup of tea in this respect), and I tend to read sex scenes the way small children traditionally watch Dr Who when the daleks turn up (I say traditionally, but I’ll divert at this point to ask – did you hide behind the sofa? I don’t know anybody who hid behind the sofa). Having said that, the fact that I read the book anyway should tell you just how much other good stuff it has.
It’s a cracking book and I’ll write it a proper review one day when I’ve successfully turned down my prudery for a bit and reread.