grodscorp@grods.comI’d rather have sex than read this book
 | Posted by Bron on Thursday 14 August 2008, 11:19 am Categories: Literature, Public transport Tags: Tags: BloodyAwfulNovels |
It is well known around these parts that I enjoy a good read. I am a bookworm. Hell, even when I don’t have a book with me, say, on the train to work, I’ll read other people’s books. Or notes, as the case may be. This morning was no exception.
So, I get on the train and sit next to a nice looking, zaftig, middle aged lady (read: safe, normal, not insane looking).
Soon enough, however, I come to regret my choice of seating. Having left my book at home again, my eyes stray over to the book being read by my seat companion. The first thing I always look for is the title and author of the book that commuters are reading.
OK, so the author of this book is Miranda Lee. Nup, never heard of her. What’s the title, dammit? Look again, lean over ever so slightly, tilt my head this way for a better view…
Oh. My. God. That book is seriously not called…
THE MILLIONAIRE’S INEXPERIENCED LOVE-SLAVE
…is it?! No no no no no no. NO!! WRONG. WRONG. WRONG!
WRONG!
Check again. Yep, it’s definitely called that. What’s the dialogue like?
‘”Yes,” she said firmly. “Yes, you are.” Something in her steady and resolute voice calmed him down.’
OK, enough, don’t want to read anymore! Quick, look out the window, it’s a beautiful morning!
After sending a text message to a friend about the title of this book, said friend texted back and asked, ‘Does it include the words manhood, throbbing and quim?’
So, at work, I use up some valuable working time to Google The Millionaire’s Inexperienced Love-Slave and find out that it’s actually a novel published by Harlequin. Well, that explains it. But it gets worse. The blurb for the novel:
One wicked night with the Sydney millionaire…
Adrian Palmer, a millionaire architect, always had a beautiful woman in his bed. When he met Sharni Johnson, a pretty young widow, she seemed perfect for his wicked brand of seduction. And wicked it was; he was blown away by the intensity of their lovemaking.
But Sharni was not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Adrian was prepared to do anything to have her–but there was one problem: he was the spitting image of Sharni’s late husband….
Oh noes! Disaster!
I can tell you, however, they do get together in the end and have a baby boy and live happily ever after. Yeah, I took another glance at the final two pages that the lady was reading. Hope I didn’t ruin the ending too much for you.
