You know these. The
things where you dart furtive glances around, making sure no one can
see you indulging in your…
I’m pretty up
front about my likes and dislikes, but I’ve got a few that I’m
not all that keen on revealing for the teasing and/or lectures it
might get me.
Like movie theater
popcorn. This stuff is sooooo bad for you, with its fake
butter and double count of your daily ration of salt, but sometimes I
just have to have it.
Or Thirty Seconds to
Mars. The band has plenty of eager and vocal fans, but I’ve kept my
fandom under wraps (until now). Why? My friends are music snobs. I’m
kind of a music snob. And the BF is one of the biggest music snobs I
know, but at least for him, it makes sense (he’s a classically
trained musician). The sound of Thirty Seconds to Mars is too slick
and overproduced for me to really take them seriously, but I like
Reruns of The
Hills falls on the list, too. When it was still on MTV, I was
much, much better about going to the gym. I’d climb on the
elliptical machine and stay there until the episode was over, and I
got deeply invested in the pseudo-relationship between Lauren and
Brody. Like, I was really disappointed when they couldn’t work it
out and get back together.
This last one is
going to make me sound like a total snob, but I can’t help it. I am
a film snob. I have a membership to the Seattle International Film
Festival, and I go every year. Foreign films are my jam. And while
I’ll happily watch good action movies (you know, the ones
with an intricate plot, fast pace, and preferably starring Andy Lau),
I sometimes need to watch a particularly bad action movie.
Ones with unnecessary explosions, fight scenes that go on forever,
and ridiculous, over-the-top plots that are so far off the
plausibility scale it’s laughable.
Are you game to
admit your guilty pleasure?
Hidden Scars by Amanda K. Byrne(Hidden Scars, #1)
Publication date: September 22nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
Sometimes the past won’t stay where it belongs.
Sara’s number one rule of dating: closed off, secretive men need not apply. Years of therapy helped her move past the damage done by her emotionally abusive boyfriend, and she’s ready to date again. Someone funny, laid back, and easy to talk to. All things her coworker Taylor isn’t.
Taylor’s quiet. Too quiet. He operates in permanent stealth mode, and he hides his secrets as well as Sara does. She doesn’t want to be attracted to him, but after a night spent in a hotel room together, trapped by a blizzard, she can’t deny there’s a fire-hot connection between them, waiting to ignite. Their working relationship inches closer and closer to friendship, until one day she gathers her courage and kisses him.
It’s the match Taylor was waiting for.
When she’s not plotting ways to sneak her latest shoe purchase past her partner, Amanda writes sexy, snarky romance and urban fantasy. She likes her heroines smart and unafraid to make mistakes, and her heroes strong enough to take them on.
If she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking hot chocolate, and trying not to destroy her house with her newest DIY project. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and no, it really doesn’t rain that much.