One of my best friends blogs about me. And I didn’t even have to blackmail her this time (I don’t think).
But no, really. If you have any interest in historical romance that borders on gaslamp fantasy (YES, this is a thing! There’s even werewolves! And seances! I didn’t even know seance was a word!), you have to check her stuff out. And no, not just fluffing egos here either. We’re like piddly Cocker Spaniels, there’s not much of egos here to fluff…
Years ago (Ten? Eleven? I should know this, but my husband will be the first to tell you that I am terrible with dates) I made some friends. We met on an online forum that had been created to discuss our shared criticisms of a certain fantasy novel/series. But we didn’t really do much in the way of criticism. That gets old. So instead we chatted. About everything. And I mean, everything…
