I realized last night that the last two books I finished were both by authors with the first name Ronnie/Roni. That‘s unusual, right?
I realized last night that the last two books I finished were both by authors with the first name Ronnie/Roni. That‘s unusual, right?
My mood has me on the search for my next favorite romantic contemporary. I loved Roni Loren‘s novella Nice Girls Don‘t Ride so I borrowed this stand-alone about a journalist and a rock star. It was good not great. The pacing was off for me. They never got quite enough time together for me to believe their feelings. That said, it made for an enjoyable Sunday read. But I‘m still on the hunt... #romantsy
I may never leave this spot. Gipper has been sitting on me purring for going on 30 minutes now. Non. Stop. Purrs. Adopting this older dude in November was a top ten decision of my life.
My husband brought me a beer and I‘ve started the tagged book so I‘m set for my current occupation as pet furniture!