Where Fiction and Reality Meet
then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. – William Shakespeare I’m going to say something that I’ve most definitely never said before. I think I just imagined this book in black & white as I was reading it. Weird, no? Yes, it is. The stylized atmosphere of L.A. Witt’s novella Mayfield Speakeasy... Continue Reading →
then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. – William Shakespeare I’m going to say something that I’ve most definitely never said before. I think I just imagined this book in black & white as I was reading it. Weird, no? Yes, it is. The stylized atmosphere of L.A. Witt’s novella Mayfield Speakeasy... Continue Reading →
Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire. – George Bernard Shaw Oooh. My. Bwaaah… Yes, that’s me being rather speechless in a very complimentary way, because there’s just not much room for words in my head at the moment. Why? Because I can’t seem to erase the mental picture that L.A. Witt and... Continue Reading →
Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire. – George Bernard Shaw Oooh. My. Bwaaah… Yes, that’s me being rather speechless in a very complimentary way, because there’s just not much room for words in my head at the moment. Why? Because I can’t seem to erase the mental picture that L.A. Witt and... Continue Reading →
Please, God, don’t let me be reading too much into this. – L.A. Witt and Aleksandr Voinov I probably am. Reading too much into this, that is. How can I not, though, when there’s so very much there to want? Sometimes I wish there was a magicky button I could push to bend authors to... Continue Reading →
Let’s be naughty and save Santa a trip. – Gary Allan Well, happy hot, hot holidays, everyone. Seems ‘tis the season to be bound and gagged and spanked and sexed up to the nines, when gifts aren't tied up in ribbons and bows as much as folks are tied up in leather and ropes and... Continue Reading →
Let’s be naughty and save Santa a trip. – Gary Allan Well, happy hot, hot holidays, everyone. Seems ‘tis the season to be bound and gagged and spanked and sexed up to the nines, when gifts aren't tied up in ribbons and bows as much as folks are tied up in leather and ropes and... Continue Reading →
L.A. Witt’s Noble Metals isn’t the Victorian London, smoggy air, steam wafting in the distance from the smokestacks rising into the grimy skyline sort of steampunk novella I prefer, but the originality of the mechanical devices was fun, as was the journey that brings Dr. John Fauth and Robert Belton together in this undeniably romantic... Continue Reading →
Oh, L.A. Witt, you had me at hello with this story. Ex Equals begins after the end and then works its way backwards. Confused? Well, you won’t be when you read the book. The present conflict and the flashback sequences not only kept me on the edge of GAH! the entire time, but also kept... Continue Reading →
Oh, L.A. Witt, you had me at hello with this story. Ex Equals begins after the end and then works its way backwards. Confused? Well, you won’t be when you read the book. The present conflict and the flashback sequences not only kept me on the edge of GAH! the entire time, but also kept... Continue Reading →
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