October 29th, 2008

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Romance History: Jennifer Blake

Patricia Anne Ponder was born March 9, 1942, in a 120-year-old raised cottage built of hand-pegged cypress with a "mud-daub chimney and a roof of hewn shingles," she recalls. "The home of my maternal grandparents in Goldonna, Louisiana. My grandmother, a locally famous midwife, delivered me by the light of a coal oil lantern, following a pattern that had begun when my ancestors settled in that remote back country swampland of Louisiana in the early 1830s, and did not change until well into the decade after World War II."

She believes she had an ideal childhood. "I was healthy, happy, confident, part of an extended family of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. My parents made me feel special; attractive, intelligent, loved. During the fifties careers for girls were not actively discouraged," Patricia admits, "but the atmosphere for them was not favorable. Most girls were quietly groomed to become wives and mothers, and there seemed no reason to delay. The fall I was fourteen, I began receiving anonymous poems. How could I, given my temperament, resist such an approach? I met my poet. Jerry Maxwell, a few weeks later, and the summer I was fifteen, we were married. By the time I was twenty, I had three pre-school age children". Patricia quit high school when she married but did complete the requirements for a GED diploma. "At that time, I devoured seven or eight books every week; Gothics, Westerns, historicals, classics, romances of every category. They were like a narcotic, something I craved, something so necessary to me I literally could not do without them," she remembers. Then the day came when she began to be vaguely dissatisfied. As she read she could see ways that, to her, the stories could have been made better, more interesting, more satisfying. One day she threw a book down with those famous last words: "I could do better than that!"

Maxwell has now been churning out novels as Jennifer Blake for over 30 years. She writes both contemporary romance novels as well as historicals, many of them set between 1830-1850. The vast majority of her novels are set in Louisiana. Maxwell and her husband live in Northern Louisiana, with a second home in Colorado. They have four children and several grandchildren.

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Jackass Flats by Julia Talbot

Another story where the romance happens between two very normal men, not at all heroes. Tate is an old cowboy, how much old we don't know, but between 30 and 50 years old, and since 30 years old is too much young to feeling old and having problem in recover after sex, I'm inclined to believe that he is more near 40 years old. He lives alone in an old decayed ranch he struggles to save from taxes and he judges himself decrepit like the ranch.

Dave is a young army man, probably mid-twenty or so. He is stationed in a base near Tate's ranch and meets him in the only pub around. At first Dave helps a drunken Tate to go back home without accidents and he has no second ends, but when he meets him again, he starts to have some naughty thoughts on the man. Only that Tate, even if friendly and always up to a mutual jerking, is a bit reticent to move the things on. Tate is very self-conscious both of the age difference, than of the different upbring; Tate is of the old way, he is not used to be touchy feeling with strangers, and for him Dave, who is not from the surrounding, is a stranger. And then maybe Tate has never had the chance to near a man for enough time to deepen the acquaintance.

Anyway the story between them, even if progresses slowly, it's fated to be steady and strong. So strong that, when Dave begins to have problem at the base, is even too simple to link it to the infringement of the "don't ask don't tell" policy.

The story is medium lenght, 128 pages, but it's quite good, even if sometime I feel like missing something; it's built of fast scene, not linked between them, and sometime not reading what happens between two scene let me with the feel that I'd like to know. For example, for Dave is starting to be a problem not move their relationship in a more intimate phase, and when finally Tate agrees to it, the scene ends letting me hanging on... and when starts again Tate is shopping for grocery!

All right, now I'm a little too picky since I also thinks that the story has a right lenght, just good to be read in a night without straining. Even more since it is expected a sequel at the beginning of the 2009.


Amazon Kindle: Jackass Flats
Publisher: Torquere Press, Inc. (October 8, 2008)

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Jack MacKenroth: Memories of a Gaysha

My friends know that I like to follow my Men Candy even after I feature them in my LJ; I spend time in finding them and preparing the post, and so they become almost like "friends" and I enjoy when they achieve some goals and find love.

Jack MacKenroth is one of my favorite men candy, he is so sweet and has a full and deep life. He is also very cute!

In this day he is pretty taken with a charity organization for which he created a wedding dress made with condoms... yes I know, it's strange, but it's for a campaign pro safe-sex and related. It had an huge impact on the media, so much that arrived also in Italy, I read an article in a national Italian newspaper.

But I'm a romantic at heart, and what really made me write this post is that Jack apparently finds love other than success: he posted today in his blog on how he "saw" with different eyes a friend, John McGuirk, he knew for years, but last time they met, something clicked right as it never had before. Here is the happy probably soon-to-be couple (or at least I hope :-) )


So, good luck Jack, with work but above all with love!

And if you want a refresh on Jack's man candy post, here is the link:


And if you want to now something more on John, here is the link to his blog:

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His Gift by Clare London

Steven awakes to a nightmare: he is alone, under the rain, amid of nothing. He is injured, scared and without a clear memory of who he is or why he is there. He knows his name, he has some flashback of his life, but still he seems to have like a cloud in his mind. He walks in the night to find a shelter, and he stumbles across an old house, apparently abandoned. But when he knocks at the door, it opens to enter him to a young handsome guy, Eliot.

Eliot is beautiful, but even more strange than his home. He never speaks clearly and he has the power to bind Steven to him: he says that he asks for Steven to come, and that Steven is his gift. Steven realizes that he is living in a parallel reality, but he seems unable to resist to Eliot sexual power; Eliot brings so much pleasure to Steven, a pleasure he never felt before.

But even if the sex is unbelievable, and the days are spent only making love, Steven can't leave his life behind. He needs to know who is Eliot, and why he is there.

The story is short, less than 50 pages, but really "haunting". Actually it's quite in theme for an Halloween's Eve. It's centered on Steven, of Eliot we know very little, a piece of memory here and there. Even if short, the plot is quite good, with a really well developed turn of the events just at the end.

I can't say much on the story, since I would risk to give up it, but let me say that I didn't expect that end, and that I was leading to believe something total different; I started to realize the things at the same time as Steven did, and so I was surprise like him in finding the true.


Amazon Kindle: His Gift
Publisher: JMS Books LLC (July 15, 2012)

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