Drunk on Mead
I’ve been binging for over a month now. A reading binge, that is. Yes, I know I’m supposed to be finishing up Red Wolf Rising , not reading all the time, and I am, I swear. But all work and no play makes… Wait. Am I about to refer to my writing as work ? Nevermind. Let me explain. Check this out… “Statistics show that most mortals sell their souls for five reasons: sex, money, power, revenge, and love. In that order. I suppose I should have been reassured, then, that I was out here assisting with numero uno , but the whole situation just made me feel… well, sleazy. And coming from me, that was something.” Thus begins the first chapter in Succubus Blues , and also my love affair with author Richelle Mead. I read those lines a few years back when I was browsing the paranormal/sci-fi section of a Books-a-Million while taking a break from writing The Draculata Nest . I was hooked instantly. Succubus Blues, the first of the Georgina Kincaid series, which covers in six ...