I realize that this title could apply to many things in my life, but in this case, I'm referring to whatever has invaded my body and is trying to kill me through the cunning use of coughing up an organ of some sort. I'm an indeed at work today in the The Cream City Review office (I've been recently amused by the useless article at the head of our illustrious literary journal), and hopefully the parasite will be appeased that I'm spreading it's spores all over the office equipment similar to the Schlon disease in Gena Showalter's Seduce the Darkness, which I just finished reading. It's the latest book in her Alien Huntress series and tells the story of Devyn, King of the Targons, falling in love for the first time in his man-whore life with Bride McKells who is apparently an uber-vampire-alien who has no idea what she's capable of. As usual, I was pleased with the fast pace of the story, which kept the plot moving forward nicely. Their relationship develops over a bit of time, though it is extremely sexual due to Devyn's man-whoreness, and I loved seeing the bad boy fall. I got the feeling that I missed a book in the series though because Macy and her lover, Breean, were major players in this book, and I don't remember them from previous books. Breean didn't need to be in the book unless there was a previous story about their relationship. Edit: Aha! I found Macy and Breean's story in The Deep Kiss of Winter. It was hidden as a novella, and it wasn't listed under her Alien Huntress series on her site. Tricky, very tricky. Seduce the Darkness was written with the same quality as the rest of her Alien Huntress series, so if you've liked her other books, check it out. If you haven't read any of the previous books, I suggest you start with Awaken Me Darkly. I also read The Vampire's Bride from her Atlantis series, but that review will have to wait until another day.
In other news, the Halloween party went off smashingly. Tom tried to kill himself twice by playing a little too close to the edges of high places. Eli got drunk by mixing the Whop. And he managed to get the white spray paint from his boots all over our leather furniture, two pairs of my shoes, and somehow, on the lamp. We have a ton of food left over that I plan to eat this weekend (yay, party food!).
Kelly's wedding was amazing. She looked beautiful, and her and Q looked so happy together. There was an epic battle between the bridesmaids and some wasps that wanted to crash the party, but we prevailed in end. Mostly because Cynthia showed off her Marine toughness by not screaming like a little girl and hiding behind the gazebo like I was considering, and instead squished the offending insects. I need to hang out in Texas more.
Still really behind on the school work, but Eli and I are crashing Adam's Thanksgiving trip home to visit his family. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to read 12 more sources, write the one-page annotations for each of them, and write my 10-page seminar paper. We're going to South Dakota, so stop rolling your eyes. I might have some free time.
Tutoring is going...well, it's really more like trying to nail Jello to a tree at this point. Hopefully things will get more, um, solid.
oh, look at my wrist. gotta go.