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MrsJoseph: Books, Life & Wine
I’m currently on the run from the Amazon Empire. The Empire recently used it’s planet sized money to destroy devour my previous safehouse: Goodreads.
I read a lot. Have a bit of a tendency to review as well. So…this is mostly a book review site. Unless its not. But I’m not taking review requests.
Cause sometimes I’ll write about whatever I feel like, book or no.
Things I [currently] like:
Reading
Reviewing
Exercising
Wine
So, I’ll talk about that stuff. Unless I don’t.
That “life” part in the site title is all about flexibility, lol.
Currently reading
Mistborn: The Final Empire
Starting Strength, 3rd edition
Seduction
Progress:
25 %
"As [Cam] turned, the puppy yipped at him, then squatted and peed on the rug.
"I supposed you expect me to clean that up." When Foolish wagged his tail and let his tongue loll, all Cam could do was close his eyes.
"I still say the essay's a raw deal," Seth complained as he walked into the house. "That kind of stuff's crap. And I don't see why--"
"You'll do it." Cam pulled the bag out of Seth's arms. "And I don't want to hear any bitching about it. You can get started right after you clean up the mess your dong jut made on the rug."
"My dog? He's not mine."
"He is now, and you better make sure he's housebroken all the way or he stays outside."
He stalked off toward the kitchen, with Philip, who was trying desperately not to laugh, following.
Seth stood where he was, staring down at Foolish. "Dumb dog," he murmured, and when he crouched down, the puppy launched himself into Seth's arms, where he was welcomed with a fierce hug. "You're my dog now.""
"I supposed you expect me to clean that up." When Foolish wagged his tail and let his tongue loll, all Cam could do was close his eyes.
"I still say the essay's a raw deal," Seth complained as he walked into the house. "That kind of stuff's crap. And I don't see why--"
"You'll do it." Cam pulled the bag out of Seth's arms. "And I don't want to hear any bitching about it. You can get started right after you clean up the mess your dong jut made on the rug."
"My dog? He's not mine."
"He is now, and you better make sure he's housebroken all the way or he stays outside."
He stalked off toward the kitchen, with Philip, who was trying desperately not to laugh, following.
Seth stood where he was, staring down at Foolish. "Dumb dog," he murmured, and when he crouched down, the puppy launched himself into Seth's arms, where he was welcomed with a fierce hug. "You're my dog now.""
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Sea Swept, Nora Roberts