Contest - FREE copy of Talk Dirty to Topaz

To celebrate my early release of Talk Dirty to Topaz (see blurb and excerpt below), I'm giving away a free copy to one lucky person. All you have to do is leave me a comment on THIS post or yesterdays. Word of caution - I will NOT be looking at past posts to see if you left a comment.

The DH and I are going away for the weekend to celebrate my goddaughter's b-day, so you have all weekend to run amok. On Monday I'll randomly pick a name and post the winner here on my blog. Once I announce the winner you'll have three days to contact me for your prize.

Go ahead start commenting! :-)

Talk Dirty to Topaz - OUT NOW!

Blurb:

Interior Designer Teagan Topaz doesn’t believe in love, after finding her fiancé in bed doing the nasty with another woman. Nine long months later Teagan finds herself sexually frustrated, due to a recent surge of explicit sex phone calls on her business line.

Frank Black needs Teagan’s expertise to put the finishing touches on a room in his house, but he fantasizes about tying her up and ravishing her.

Will Teagan be able to resist the designs Frank has for her?

Excerpt:

Holy shit!

Teagan couldn’t remember ever experiencing such intensity before. Stars flashed before her eyes as Frank drove her over the edge, tumbling to ecstasy.

Both feet back on the floor, Teagan rested her head on his shoulder, allowing herself time to catch her breath and time to wonder what the fuck she was thinking.

Yes, it was a mind-blowing experience, but she wasn’t the type to let her inhibitions go and succumb to a man she just met. But she had to admit, Frank Black wasn’t just any man. There was something about him, something that made Teagan want to stay and learn more about him. She wanted to figure out what this attraction was she felt. There was attraction; a deep one that scared the shit out of her.

She hadn’t felt this way since Tim and her instincts were dead wrong about him. She didn’t want to make the same mistakes trusting another man. Maybe it was the phone calls. They had her sexually frustrated and needing release. Maybe she was confusing the need for sex with attraction. But damn, Frank did know how to please her.

Teagan felt empty as Frank stepped back, but her emptiness didn’t last long. He wrapped her in his arms, planting gentle kisses on her face.

“You’re an amazingly beautiful woman, Teagan Topaz.”

She blushed, unused to so many compliments.

“I could make love to you all night long.”

Teagan’s stomach grumbled before she had a chance to respond.

“But first, I must feed you.”

She laughed nervously.

“You’ll need energy for what I have in store for you.”

“What about Susan?” Teagan asked. As exciting as the prospect sounded, his sister lived in his house and would be returning home eventually.

“We’ll worry about that after dinner.”

Frank helped Teagan put her clothes back in order, and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I’d rather have dessert first…”

Coffee Time Reviews Splashing Good Time

SPLASHING GOOD TIME
AMBER SKYZE
ISBN#: 9781419921063
April 2009
Ellora’s Cave
www.ellorascave.com
eBook$2.49
54 Pages
Contemporary
Rating: 4 Cups

Reese has been divorced for three years and is still unable to find her rebound man. She refuses to consider her sexy younger pool man, despite the fact he has fueled her fantasies for many years.


Nathan has been biding his time but is tired of waiting. When he discovers the one thing that is preventing Reese from considering him for a relationship, he is insulted.


Reese thinks the 10 years between her and Nathan is insurmountable. Nathan is just as determined that Reese will see him as the responsible man he is rather than the stereotypical role she has given him.


The timeless story of the older woman and the younger, sexy pool man is spun in a time honored way. I loved how Nathan was a man determined not to let the woman go no matter how she saw herself. Amber Skyze used a humble and gentle manner to tell a story that some women would find uncomfortable.


DelaneReviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

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Still suffering from the blues. Nothing a little eye candy can't cure. ;-)

I've decided to keep the original AND rewrite the story. I'll see if I like the NEW version and if not, I'll submit it elsewhere.

Baby T, our granddaughter is visiting today. She'll boost my spirits. Softball this weekend. L still isn't playing, but it's the last tournament of the season and she'll be there to support the team.

Maybe I'll do some writing again. Hope everyone has a spectacular weekend!

Dilemma

I received a rejection/rewrite offer. The biggest reason the story was rejected was because it didn’t fit the line I submitted it to. Okay, that’s understandable. But my editor is asking I drop the last 5k from the book. There are other things she’d like to see dropped too. This could mean another 1k plus being lost to the story. It’s only 25k as it is!

So what’s the dilemma? I like the “other” things she wants me to drop. For one it leads to another story. Hey, I like series what can I say. I’ve been plotting these two other characters story.

I could give the story to my other editor. But I like the line the editor is suggesting. I like the idea my book would be geared towards it. BUT I’m I really ready to sacrifice the story I had?

Too much to think about. Do I rewrite or submit elsewhere? I’m not sure what I’ll do. I have to give it some serious thought. For now I’ll just admire Marcus! ;-)

Ho-Hum

I'm back in a funk again. Not writing. I think the last round of edits took everything I had. I know new edits are coming my way soon too. I just finished the cover art request for Heat Waves. I really enjoyed writing this book and look forward to the release.

Instead of waking at 4-4:30am, I find myself sleeping until almost 7 every morning. Enough time to have coffee before starting my work day. Can you see the avoidance???

I have three wips, one for each publisher, I could be working on, but I'm not. Luckily none are under deadline. I have an idea for a M/M mulling around in my fried brain. I want to start it, but I'm waiting to hear what my editor thinks of another one I submitted.

I do hear the pool and my bright orange float calling my name! LOL With the limited sunshine this summer, I try to get outside as much as I possibly can. Hopefully I'll snap out of this mood soon and get back to writing.

Literary Nymphs Reviews One Tasty Night

Title: One Tasty Night

Author: Amber SkyzePublisher:

Aspen Mountain PressPublisher

URL: http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/

ISBN: 978-1-60168-213-0

Genre: Contemporary {M/F} Erotic Romance, Light Bondage, Spanking

Rating: 4 Nymphs

Literary Nymphs Reviewer: Rose Nymph

Taylor Jax has been warding off Shane Griffin’s advances for a long time. Sure, she’s attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He is one fine example of the male form and in the time she’s gotten to know him as a customer in her store, he seems a great guy too. He’s just too young for Taylor and she fears that if she gives in to him, he’ll get bored with her eventually. She can’t risk her heart getting broken but her concerns don’t stop her fantasies; fantasies her friends are trying very hard to help make a reality.

After a game of Truth or Dare, Taylor finds herself in an adult store with a list of goodies to purchase in order to make her fantasies come true. Does Taylor have it in her to let go of her worries and seduce the secret man of her dreams? Shane has faith that it will only be a matter of time before Taylor sees how perfect they are for each other and when she finally caves in, he’s going to be more than ready to step up to the plate.

One Tasty Night is the sequel to Mistletoe Studs and focuses the attention on Shane’s pursuit of his dream woman, while his brother Brad’s escapades with Meg having been the subject of the previous book. Ever since Shane mentioned his feelings for the older woman Taylor in the first book, I was intrigued and so was excited to see a sequel had been written. I wasn’t disappointed as the anticipation, eroticism and satisfaction was all there. The chemistry between Taylor and Shane was well written as I could easily believe that they had known each other for a while and that the mutual attraction had been bubbling away nicely the whole time. The “interruption” of characters from the first book during the pair’s first date was nice and added to Taylor and Shane’s building frustration. When they do finally get to explore their feelings – phew – it’s going to be One Tasty Night that might just make both of them realize how much they’ve been missing.

Back to the 9 to 5 Grind

I never thought I’d be so excited about being back to work, but after the weekend I had…
First off the baptism went well. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. Having 40 people in and out of our house went well too. The only thing spilled was seltzer water, on the floor in the kitchen – very easy to clean. The kids spent most of the day in the pool while the adults mingled and took turns holding the baby. She was exhausted by the time she went home last night. So were her grandparents!
The skunked dog smells much better, though his nose is still burned from the chemicals and a whiff of skunk still lingers from his snout occasionally. Someone wanted to test our patience this weekend. After we recovered from the skunked dog, one of our other dogs got sick. I’ll spare you the messy details, but we spent half of Saturday morning wondering if he would need to go to the emergency pet hospital. All the while trying to finish preparing for the party. As of today all is well. No thanks to me. I gave them all frozen ham bones from the pet store. Not recommended if you have dogs. The bones splinter.
Other than that I haven’t gotten ANY writing done this weekend. My mom and aunt are still here from NY, but are leaving later today. They’re calling for rain most of the week, so I’ll be bored and hopefully will get some writing done.
Anyone have a crazy weekend?

De-Skunked

All the edits are done for Talk Dirty to Topaz. YAY. I’ve been filling out the cover art form for Heat Waves, due out in September. Today was supposed to be about getting prepared for our granddaughter’s baptism on Sunday. We’re expecting 40 people at our house, for a gathering afterwards. Needless to say we have a lot to do. Well one of our three dogs got sprayed by a skunk last night. Can’t fathom how the skunk got in our yard, but he did.
Last night was so much fun. Can you hear the sarcasm dripping with each word? This happened around 10pm, so while the DH bathed him in vinegar I ran out to get baking soda and peroxide (per the internet). Our dogs do NOT like the bath. While J was in the tub the other two whined and cried. You’d think we were killing their brother! The DH did a fantastic job getting most of the smell out of him. Today they’ll all go to the groomers for a proper cleaning.
On top of that nightmare our house reeks. I’ve got cinnamon powder cooking in the oven (another internet remedy). It seems to be working so far, wish me luck.
Off to watch baby T, while her mom tries to find a job. Too much to do, not enough time in the day. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

CARA - Julia Barrett

Today my blog is dedicated to another dear friend and fellow author – Julia Barrett. Today her book CARA is released with Cerridwen Press. Cara isn’t your typical romance story. While it has romance in it, it also has scenes of abuse, child abuse and rape. These scenes are tastefully done and only enhance the story.
You see, CARA is based on true events. While it may be hard to believe such acts could take place, the truth is, they do - every day. Ms. Barrett has decided to donate 25% of her earnings to special battered woman charities in her area to aid in the resources available to these women. Purchasing CARA couldn’t get any better. You not only will you help battered women, you get a great read. Why not grab your copy today!
Buy link: http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7222-47-cara.aspx

Here is a blurb and excerpt. At the bottom you’ll also find a link to a review. This book is a must read!

Blurb: Cara’s life has been one nightmare after another. She grows to adulthood blaming herself for everything that’s happened. She believes her safest path is to keep other people at a distance, especially men. James, a young doctor who is aware of Cara’s history, is determined to break through her barriers, enter her world and love her. Cara cautiously allows him in and returns his love, only to watch her new world of happiness, a world she never genuinely trusted, come crashing down. She turns from James and runs far away in an attempt to reinvent herself. She discovers she’s run out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. Now Cara must fight for her survival. No one, not even her beloved James, can rescue her. Cara must believe in herself or perish.

Reader Advisory: Includes scenes of domestic violence, child abuse and rape. Excerpt: By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: CARA Copyright © JULIA BARRETT, 2009 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Cara finished her phone calls and left the office early. She had a full afternoon of classes and she wanted some studio time. There was a face she needed to paint. A man’s face. James’ face. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind since she’d walked out of the conference room. She was hoping if she put him on paper she could gain some perspective. Some distance. Maybe she could look at him with clinical detachment like she did everyone she painted. She clearly recognized the immediate attraction she’d felt. She’d seen the same interest in his eyes. She also recognized the danger. What if she acted on her attraction? What if she opened herself up and he crushed her? What if he saw what she tried so hard to hide? That she was tainted. Dirty. What if she exposed herself to him, dropped her defenses and he rejected her? Cara didn’t know if she could survive that. Not with James. Anyone but James.

What had happened with Randy had been awful but she’d gotten past it, at least to the extent that she could. It was what she’d come to expect from men—no more, no less. Fortunately after that night, Randy had kept his distance. Besides, she’d completely stopped using drugs and last she’d heard, he’d moved to Omaha. Cara hadn’t told the police the truth about what happened. It would be too humiliating and she didn’t want her mother to have to deal with any fallout for her sake. Her mother had been through enough. Cara had simply said she’d been at a party and must have fallen, that she didn’t remember much. The two officers had looked at her skeptically but out of respect for her late father, they hadn’t pursued the matter any further.

James was another animal altogether. Cara cared what he thought of her. She cared deeply. He was a good man. He was intelligent, articulate, courageous and determined. He was almost overwhelmingly beautiful in an utterly intimidating masculine way. But she also remembered very clearly how kind he was. How gently he’d treated her. How respectful and how trustworthy he was. Cara wasn’t certain she deserved a man’s kindness or respect. Though she tried to pretend otherwise, her head was filled with slurs like slut and crazy, words she’d heard her high school classmates use when they referred to her.

Cara’s heart pounded as she ran up the stairs to her apartment. She hoped to God she wasn’t about to have an anxiety attack. She called up her trigger word and a semi-hysterical laugh escaped her. James in the flesh. The laughter seemed to help. In a hurry, she kicked off her shoes and tossed her skirt and blouse on the bed. She pulled on her favorite old faded jeans with the holes in the knees and the rip in the back pocket. When she slipped the paint-splattered white tee shirt over her head, her hair fell out of the twist, so she shook out the remaining pins and left it down. She grabbed her flip-flops and her backpack. She headed back down the stairs and ran across the green grass barefoot. She slid into her flip-flops when she hit Market Street and walked briskly down the hill toward the bridge that led to the art building. She didn’t want to be late for her art history class. They were discussing portrait painting during the Reformation. The current artist under discussion was Hans Holbein, one of the portrait painters to the court of Henry VIII and Cara had volunteered to research his miniature of Anne of Cleves. She had a brief presentation to make today.

She hurried to class, tuning out her surroundings as she mentally reviewed her material. Preoccupied, in the middle of the pedestrian bridge, she unexpectedly banged into a hard body. Cara landed on her backside with a whomp and her pack tumbled off her shoulder. Two strong hands reached down and lifted her to her feet.

“Sorry,” she mumbled apologetically, looking for her pack, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“No problem,” came a familiar voice.

Cara’s head spun around and she looked up into James’ face. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“I like your hair down,” he said, tucking a long auburn curl behind her ear. “It makes you look like you.”

Cara tried to remember to breathe. She could feel herself blushing again. Just that slight brush of his fingers made the side of her face tingle.

“What-what are you doing here?”

“Well, nice to see you too,” James replied with a laugh. “I was checking out the student art exhibit.”

“No… You weren’t… You didn’t…”

“Yeah, I did. Why? Something wrong with that?”

“No. It’s just that…” Cara stared at him.

“It’s just what? That it’s your work? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He laughed again. “You weren’t this tongue-tied this morning. Is it me?” James looked directly into her wide eyes. “You’re staring at me. Do I have dirt on my face or something?” That got a smile out of her. Cara had a lovely smile.

“No, it’s just that I’m-I’m sort of shy about my work. It’s pretty personal and other than when I speak to my professors, I try not to listen to comments about it.”

“You could say that I guess,” said James thoughtfully. “You could also say it’s pretty damn beautiful stuff. I was blown away.”

Cara looked pleased. “You saw the entire exhibit?”

“Yeah, I did. And I kept this.” He pulled the folded poster out of his back pocket and showed her.

This time Cara laughed. “Thank you,” she said.

James could hear the warmth in her voice. It felt like a caress. Careful, he told himself. He could get caught up in the sound of her very quickly. They stood there silently for a moment, just looking at each other.

The link to the Book Wenches review:http://www.bookwenches.com/july09reviews.htm

To Be or Not to Be HEA

Nowadays you can get a happily ever after (HEA) or a happy for now (HFN) ending. Personally as a writer and reader I prefer a happily ever after or HEA.
Growing up I dreamed about being Cinderella and Snow White. I didn’t want seven dwarfs, but hey seven men looking after my every need – not too shabby. Seriously though, I dreamed about growing up and finding my ONE knight in shining armor.
Let me tell you something about fairy tales, their exactly that. During high school I dated someone for three years who was emotionally abusive. After getting out of the relationship I eventually met my first husband. He swept me off my feet. Wooed me until he had me, and then surprised me one day when he hit me. It didn’t stop there. I stayed in that marriage for almost fifteen years.
During my first marriage I wrote to escape the reality of my life. I created heroines who I wanted to be, with a HEA ending. My heroines endured many difficult situations, but always came out victorious. And if they could get away with murder…well, that’s another book.
I also read. Reading was my other escape from reality. Books took me away to exotic places. Places I could only dream about.
Three years after my marriage ended I met someone who seemed too good to be true. Believe me; I had all kinds of walls surrounding me. I wasn’t going to be abused by another man in my life. Turned out he wasn’t too good to be true. He was and still is, my knight in shining armor.
Six years later we’re still happy as when we first started dating.
Writing HEA’s is easier today than it was back then, because now I’m living them. Not just wishing for them.
I don’t want my heroine to be happy for now. I want her to be happy forever. I want her to bask in the glow of that one and only true love. It IS fiction after all.

A Break in the Weather - Finally

I had a great weekend, even though I had to work. The sun was shining. The temps were in the 80’s. Couldn’t ask for a better weekend. the DH and I were able to get the rest of the crap out of the pool and it’s finally ready to swim in. we did work around the yard, because I couldn’t venture too far away from home in case I got a call for support.
Even the dogs had fun playing catch while mom was out in the yard.
I even squeezed in some reading time. I knocked one book off my e-TBR pile. I read Bad Boys, Bad Boys, by Mia Watts. If you like M/M, then I say you have to read this book! It was fabulous. From my TBR paperback pile, I grabbed Annette Blair’s cozy mystery A Veiled Deception. This is my first foray into cozy mystery and I must say I love it. And I’m not just saying that because she’s a dear friend of mine. It felt so good to read again.
On Sunday I took B out to buy a crib mattress for the baby, because she’s grown too big for a basinet. Of course I had to buy all sorts of rattles and teething toys because baby T can now hold things in her hands. In fact she’s so fascinated with her hands. She puts them in front of her eyes and stares, sucks on them…they’re her new friends. :-)
Today I’m back to edits on Talk Dirty to Topaz. I think I’ve finally found a solution to a plot problem I was having. What a relief. I did get to have some fun filling out the cover art request. I always love doing this and I’m always surprised by what the cover gods come back with. I can’t wait for this one. I’ll be sharing once it arrives. Only 26 more days until it releases!
The weather is still beautiful today, so once I’m done with my to-do list I’ll be heading out to the pool for a little leisure time. Then the DH and I are going to drive down to the ocean for some clam cakes and chowder for dinner. And let’s not forget a romantic walk along the beach. I love the summer!

Cutting the Apron Strings

Yesterday was a tough day for me. I had to cut my son off from car insurance. Now mind you he had fair warning – seven months. He had sufficient time to prepare. But he didn’t. When he was employed full-time he didn’t save much money. He did give me a few hundred dollars, but that won’t be enough.
I gave him the car three years ago when he graduated. The deal was I would pay insurance for one year. One turned into two, into…you get it. So why am I so bummed? A few reasons. One, the car is off the road, sitting in his driveway at his apartment. The license plates are sitting on my desk and I have to return them to DMV today. He was in high spirits when he dropped them off, but for me, it was difficult.
Cutting the mommy apron strings has never been easy with him. He’s my first born and he suffered the most, out of my three children, at the hands of my ex-husband. N was the one who was emotionally abused. Nothing was ever good enough. He couldn’t do anything right in my ex’s eyes. So, N’s self-esteem suffers. My current DH is the most wonderful, nurturing, self-esteeming raising man I’ve ever met. He’s brought my son out of his shell and I’ve watched him blossom.
N, has some disadvantages with his learning. But when he puts his mind to something he soars to new levels. It’s just getting his foot in the door.
My middle child is just the opposite. She has a new baby. Lives on her own and pays her own bills. She gets my support in different ways – watching the baby or a shoulder to cry on when she’s having a rough day.
Today’s a new day…I’m still a little bummed, but I have to stick to my guns. This tough love is tough – on ME! :-)
How do you handle cutting the apron strings?
They’re calling for a dry weekend and that USO (unidentified solar object) will make an appearance. God, I hope they’re right. Have a wonderful weekend.

Ghost Hunters International returns tonight

Ghost Hunters International returns tonight. I’m a huge fan. While I prefer Ghost Hunters over GHI, I can’t help but be drawn to this show. I enjoy their methods of hunting. I’ve watched the other shows, like Ghost Adventures, and can’t seem to enjoy it as much.
My experience with the paranormal started when I was a child. The house we lived in was haunted. My father swore it was an old man who died in the house, but I have a different belief. I believe it was a little girl. A black figure would wake me frequently in the middle of the night. It would touch my arm or leg, rousing me from a sound sleep. It would just stand over me, watching me. It never did anything after waking me. Being the frightened little kid I was I’d hide under my covers.
The ghost had a thing for scaring my mother too. It’d open and close doors, turn on the water, knock things off shelves, all while she slept during the day. She was a nurse who worked the overnight shift and was home alone all day. It wasn’t just my mother though.
Long after my parents divorced my father had his GF move in. Strange things began happening to her too. Especially at Christmas time. It loved knocking a set of snowmen off the mantle. It didn’t stop there. My dad got into another relationship and it seems the ghost has taken to T. She’s experienced everything we have and more, including having the apparition appear to her.
I’ve begged my dad to let me submit a request to GH to come investigate the house. He won’t allow the Ghost Hunters into his home; he feels it’s not threatening anyone so leave it alone. Maybe someday he’ll change his mind or when the house is left to me I’ll finally be able to get the answers I’m looking for.
Have you had any experiences with the paranormal?

Working Hard Editing

Yesterday I received my first round edits for Talk Dirty to Topaz, scheduled for release on Aug 8th from Aspen Mountain Press. I'm hard at work doing that. Heat Waves, due out in Sept is right behind these edits. Will blog when I can!

Back to the 9 to 5 Grind

I’m back from vacation. Sadly enough I didn’t get to go to the beach. The weather improved and we had a gorgeous weekend, but because of all the rain, the beaches were closed due to high bacteria levels. I just can’t win! :o)
We had a fun weekend anyway. We went to a cookout both days and it was nice to visit with family and friends. Something I miss about being home in NY. Our family always gets together for a picnic on the fourth. The DH’s family doesn’t make such a big deal about it. It’s a shame because they live on the bay and the firework display is to die for.
We took our granddaughter with us yesterday – our first outing with her. She’s babbling and enjoyed being the center of attention even at 10 weeks.
I didn’t do much writing while on vacation. I did do edits for Body Shots due out in November from Ellora’s Cave. This is part of the Wet Theme series. Today I have to write the blurb and get my editor an excerpt. My other editor will be sending edits for Heat Waves and Talk Dirty to Topaz this week, so I’ll be busy.
I’m back to work on my new series for Aspen Mountain, called Lady Shea’s Manor. I’m working hard on the third book, tentatively titled Satisfy Me.
How did you spend your 4th of July?

On Vacation

I’ve been on vacation. The DH and I take the same week every year. For him it has special meaning, his birthday. He doesn’t just celebrate one day, he celebrates all week. Mind you I reduced that from the birthday month.
Oddly enough, even before I met him I took this week for vacation.
As my vacation neared I dreamed about lazy days in the pool. Trips to the beach where I could spend hours watching the waves crash into the shore. HA! Was I the fool?
What I didn’t picture was me running around doing errands I normally do. Or waking up bright and early to bring my daughter to the neurologist, who I might add, insisted we arrive early, only to wait for her. She arrived 15 minutes after our scheduled appt. I haven’t swum in the pool. I haven’t made one trip to the beach – thanks to all the lovely rain we’ve been having.
I did manage to celebrate the DH’s birthday without the rain and we had another rain-free cookout Tuesday. Don’t get me wrong. I love my children, grandchild and in-laws, but my vacation was supposed to be about what I wanted to do to! Instead it’s been all about the DH.
So after we went to the movies last night (I’m not a movie theater person. DH would go every night if I allowed it) I finally told him enough. For the next three days it’s going to be about ME. No, I don’t think I’m being selfish and if I am so what! They’re calling for lots of sun. (I’ll believe it when I see it). I intend to arm myself with books and head to the beach, where I can stick my toes in the sand, breathe in the smell of fish and salt water and relax. No internet, no phones and no child whining because she’s bored.
BTW, we saw Public Enemies. The movie was good, but I feel they dragged it out too long. Not that I can’t look at Johnny Depp all night long, it’s just…they could have reduced the film by at least twenty minutes. Just my .02.
Hopefully I’ll have something fun to blog about after the weekend. Have a safe and happy 4th everyone!