What Turns You Off? 

Last week I wrote a post asking all of you what turns you on when it comes to romance novels. I shared some features which are my personal favorites, from friends falling in love to covers featuring sexy man back. This week we are switching gears to talk about what turns you off. Once again, I’ll go first.

Man Pecs and Naked Hoodiesman pecs

Cover art is really the first impression we have when it comes to books. While bad cover art won’t necessarily make me not want to read a book, I might approach it with a little hesitation, or at least have a good eye-roll over it. One such example that kind of turns me off when it comes to romance cover art is when a book features excessive man pecs. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love a good ole muscular half-naked man as much as the next romance novel reader, but it’s when it looks like you could lose a penny in the divots of the man’s abs that I get slightly frightened. Maybe it’s the probable steroid use.

The other kind of cover art that rubs me the wrong way is when we have our male hero wearing an unzipped hoodie, jeans and nothing else. Yeah, I realize it’s a ridiculous thing to get all in a huff about, but I just don’t get it! What, his head is a little chilly, but his chest needs some air?! Either put on a t-shirt or take it all off so I can thoroughly enjoy what I’m looking at!!

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Blood is Thicker Than Water

I need to finish every book I start. It’s almost a sickness, but it goes against my very being to put a book down and never come back to it. However, there is one particular element that is sometimes featured in romance novels that really tempts me to just walk away. That would be incest. It irks me something fierce, and really isn’t something I want to read after a long day at work. In some sad circumstances there will be a father who rapes his daughter. Nope, can’t do it.


Others go so far as to feature siblings getting it on, and I’ve read books with sexually promiscuous individuals who willingly sleep with their first, albeit distant, cousins. Whenever I come across a book which has this element, I usually have to put it down and read something that has puppies and rainbows throughout before coming back to such a disturbing subject matter. Another example that isn’t exactly identical, but sort of runs in the same family (ha, get it?!), is a novel where the heroine refers to her lover as “daddy” in the throes of passion. Um…no. Just, no.


That’s One Way to Kill the Mood

Describing a sex scene in vivid detail is a great way to get your readers excited, and ignite some passion! Describing it in too much technical detail can have the opposite effect. I feel as though some authors can use too much scientific terminology when discussing the male and female genitalia, that it can almost feel like you’re reading a medical textbook instead of a romance novel. Word to the wise, there is no better way to turn me off than to make me feel as though I’m in science class! I get that there are only so many ways you can describe the man’s willy willy coming together with the woman’s cha cha before you run out of ideas, but please don’t default to discussing the vans deferens and urethra. In my opinion, it kills the mood, and is a definite turn off!


Well, that’s about it! There are definitely a whole bunch of other turn-offs I didn’t get the chance to mention, from spankings to couples who don’t share what they’re really thinking and instead choose to run away from their feelings. But then we’d be here all day, and I’d probably end up pissed off and in need of chocolate cake by the time I was done.

Cover Reveal: Not the One by Amy Daws

This lovely lady was the first author to ever provide me with a review request, so I am honored once again to feature one of her works on my blog. This post reveals the new cover for her next novel in the amazing London Lovers series, and it is hot as hell! Be sure to keep an eye out for my inevitable review of this book, because I can’t wait to get my hands on it. Warning: cover reveal may cause glasses to steam up.

Title: Not The One
Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Adult contemporary romance
My name is Reyna Miracle. 
Even though a part of my name is Miracle, there’s nothing miraculous about me. 

My body portrays the tales of my life. 
Every feeling, every heartbreak, every emotion. 
Marked. Inked. Stained. 
A walking canvas of my messed up truth.

But there’s one confession I can’t put in a tattoo. 
A confession that will kill me to tell, but my best friend died before I had the chance. 

Now I’m left with him. 
The only one who can hold me in the night and squeeze that spot on my neck that feels like my lifeline between sanity and chaos. 

But we don’t work together. 
We’re absolute poison for each other. 
We’re a stifling, suffocating, sickness of darkness. 

But I feel safe…because I’ve made an art of pushing people away. 

Now he’s pushing back…
And making me believe…
Making me wonder… 
Maybe, just maybe…
I could be the one. 

~Not The One is connected to the London Lovers Series but will be released as a complete standalone~

He begins to stalk slowly toward me—his tall, wiry build gliding silently across the white tile floor. I back up until I hit the half wall beside the fridge. “We said we weren’t going to do this anymore, Hayden.” I hold my hand out, pressing it to his firm stomach to stop him from coming any closer. I want to walk away, but a larger part of me wants to stop thinking about Liam. And there’s only one way to do that.

Hayden sighs and grabs a piece of my hair. He brings it to his lips. “You look sexy as fuck, Rey. I like your hair like this.” He rubs the silky, dark strand against his lips.

“Nice key change Hay. But you should take those bedroom eyes elsewhere.”

He hunches over and nuzzles his mouth into my neck, licking and kissing a trail up to my ear. “Now why would I want to do that?” he whispers, his voice husky.

Goose pimples flare out on my neck beneath his warm breath. I ball up a chunk of his T-shirt into my fist for some semblance of control. His hands move to grip tightly around my waist and I could scream at my body as it arches into his embrace.

This is exactly what Hayden does to me. He makes me lose all sense of thought and purpose. It’s part of the draw. He’s a freaking mess just like me and I ache for the pleasure I know he can grant me.

“We say a lot of words,” he mumbles against my neck. “Let’s do less saying. And more fucking.”

His words have an instant shock to all my erogenous zones. Suddenly, he shifts his head and swipes his lips against mine in a painful, biting kiss. The taste of red wine passes back and forth between our lips and tongues and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I let his assault intoxicate me.

His tall frame is at an awkward angle, so he slides his hands down my butt and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slams me back against the fridge. The cozy press of his hard on against my center instantly has my groin thrusting into his.

“God I fucking love your legs,” Hayden growls and nips my collar bone with his teeth as he carries me over to my rumpled mattress on the floor in my living room.

This is what Hayden and I do best. We fuck to forget. We’re a mess of dysfunctional, codependent, sex-starved garbage together. And it is hot as hell.

Amy Daws is a commercial producer and lives in South Dakota with her husband and daughter. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her award-nominated romantic comedy series, The London Lovers Series, is centered around Americans in London. It’s emotional and self-deprecating with lots of humor sprinkled in. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle. For more of Amy’s work, visit: http://www.amydawsauthor.com
You can check out Amy’s other books Here
Her book Becoming us is currently FREE on Amazon

That Looks…Familiar

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Not exactly the easiest thing to follow through on. Let’s be honest, we all do it! That being said, thanks to my Kindle I don’t really pay attention to cover art that much anymore. Think about it. Even if I reach for the book I’m reading multiple times a day, all I’m seeing is my plain black Kindle case. Nothing special, no bells, no whistles. However, every now and again I’ll be browsing through romance book lists on Goodreads, and I’ll see something that looks a tad familiar.

clashThis is Clash: A Legal Affairs Story by Sawyer Bennett. I’ve seen it pop up a few times on a couple of different Goodreads lists. It’s about 2 people who initially hate each other, but have enough sexual tension that they come together for some physical exertion between the sheets. I have not read this book. I don’t know if I ever will. Every time I go to download it I experience a moment of hesitancy, and eventually turn away to look at another book on the list. Because you see, every time I see this book cover, I don’t see Clash. Instead I see this:

therapistThis is Therapist by Jaden Wilkes. I hated this book. It made me want to hurl my Kindle against a wall, and wash my eyes out with soap due to the sickening sex scenes contained within its pages. Sure, the image might be reversed, but it’s basically the same image, and it’s a trend I’ve started to notice with more and more romance novels: cover art borrowing/stealing. I don’t know which book came out first, but all I know is that whenever I see another book with this image on the cover, I am reminded of the terrible experience I had reading Therapist, and I turn away from it. And this isn’t the only example. Let’s look at a few more shall we?

catch my breathyield

Catch My Breath by Lynn Montagano and Yield: A Legal Affairs Story by Sawyer Bennett. Looks like the same models from the first example.

forever kind of guysecondhand heart

A Forever Kind of Guy by Barbara Meyers and Secondhand Heart by Kristen Strassel.

legally tiedmore than a fling

Legally Tied by Chelsea Dorsette and More Than a Fling by Amber Nation.

So what point am I trying to make with this collage of photos? Be careful when you choose your cover art! Don’t use something that’s already out there, because even if it seems like the most beautiful photo ever, you never know when you might be drudging up terrible memories of previous novels containing sociopathic sexual deviants. Good God I hated that book. And what about all of you lovely people? Have you ever noticed two different books with the same cover art?