Holy green guacamole, you guys! Why have you let me stay away from MY OWN blog for so long??? Okay sure, I write better stuff on the RR blog but don’t you think I should at least come over here more than once in a blue moon to tell you what I’m up to (provided I haven’t already…)?

If you’ve been reading the Romance Readers Blog then you know I’m gonna take a swing at a chat about the Dark-Hunters. Just a discussional thingy really is all we’ll be doing. Of course there will be lots of giggling over our favorite male parts (meaning characters) and the sarcastic, witty things Sherrilyn’s characters say. And of course we’ll talk about how amazing we think Sherrilyn Kenyon is as a writer. I think. We should. If we manage to quit drooling over Julian or Acheron long enough to THINK coherently.

So if you’re interested in stopping by and chatting with me and hopefully others, go to http://www.romancereaders.com/chat.html on Thursday, February 22 at 8:00 pm EST. and we’ll see how it turns out.

I hope you’ll join me (us)!

Brianna

I first discovered this jewel when my brother told me to download a song of theirs from Napster because he thought I’d like THE ADVENTURE. He’d heard the song on the radio, and he doesn’t exactly listen to stuff I’d prefer to listen to so I was a bit skeptical about it. I decided to take a chance and gave it a go. It’s pop/rock.

I loved the song. It appeared that my brother had some good musical taste after all. My third younger brother then decided he wanted to buy the album “We Don’t Need To Whisper”. It took him a while but he finally got it and it arrived in the mail today. I listened to all the songs and fell in love with every one of them. These guys are really good at what they do and I’ve added them to my WMP so I can listen to them whenever I want without having to bug my brother to let me borrow his cd.

I’ve also got the perfect soundtrack for my next book. :-D As I listened to the songs, scenes just started popping into my head like mad. It’s about darn time!

The album is really good. If you want to try something new you should grab a copy of We Don’t Need To Whisper and get lost in some awesome vibes.

Brianna

In honor of the festive Christmas season, I give you a song. A song that my family loves, (myself included) and since I’m from Small Town, Georgia, it’s totally appropriate. I give you The 12 Redneck Days of Christmas. Enjoy!

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Two huntin dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Nine years probation, eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Tin of Copenhagen, nine years probation, eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eleven wrestlin tickets, tin of Copenhagen, nine years probation, eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Twelve-pack of Bud, eleven wrestlin tickets, tin of Copenhagen, nine years probation, eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man, six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shotgun shells, two huntin dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT.

Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, and all those other ones that I can’t remember!

Brianna