Status Updates From The Lumberfox (Geekrotica, #1)

Funny erotica story; geeky erotica is something you don't come across a lot weidly enough (apart from fan fiction of course ;P )

Oh yes. Hipster bros are sure to resurrect me from this epic reading slump. Right?

Let me get this straight. You want me to put on all your dirty clothes, step out into a snowstorm, and follow a complete stranger to his American Psycho apartment?

...she had a date, and the unassuming white plastic vibrator in her bag looked like the impatient type. That's why she'd decided to call him Han Solo: he was cocky and looked like he was going to shoot first.

Loving this. So much.

While taking about her new vibrator: "That's why she'd decided to call him Han Solo: he was cocky and looked like he was going to shoot first. " How can I not love this kind of wit and snark?

"The Lumberfox" actually ends at the 84% mark and then gives a quick preview of the next book in Ms. Lovelace's Geekrotica series titled "The Superfox", the first line of which will appeal to those in the know:

Winter is coming. Screw that.

*LOL*

This is labelled 'Geekrotica' in the title and that's exactly what it is - lots of Geek speak and 'rotica combined - a fun and naughty little story that, if that paricular combo appeals, will make you chuckle at various points along the way...

Nega-wookiee! *LOL*

(You'll have to read it to find out what I'm going on about here... ;)

"It just seems..."
"Like an amazing coincidence?"
"Exactly. The kind of shit that only happens in Jane Austen books."
"Then thanks for saving me, Mr. Darcy."
"You're just luck you're tolerable, is all I'm sayin'."
Her poor geeky heart could barely take it; Star Wars and Pride and Prejudice, all in one man who could roast a flawless chicken while bringing her to climax in front of a roaring fire...

"Say it now and I'll get the guest room ready, lend you some pyjamas and tuck you in. No worries, no weirdness. I'll even make you breakfast in the morning. Totally your choice."
"Or?"
He grinned and scratched the trail of hair down his stomach.
"Or we can visit a galaxy far, far away. In my pants."
She doubled over laughing, the wine sloshing onto the floor.
"You did not just say that."

He so did. Too funny!

"I have wine," Ryon said, as if sensing her weakening resolve. "And creme brulee. And a fire."
"Okay, but I'm calling my mom first,& you're going to talk to her and give her your driver's license number."
It was a foolish gambit. Her mother was so desperate for grandchildren that she would have gladly sent Tara out into a snowstorm with a serial killer provided he was fertile and had good manners and strong teeth.

"Are you okay?"
He was hot for a shitty driver. [...]
"I'm a little cold, actually," she said. "Hoth cold."
If you could hear a man smile in a blizzard, she heard it. "I could chop your car in half and shove you inside, if you think that would help."
Which reminded her that he had just hit her car. "Oh yeah. We need to exchange information. Are you by any chance an axe murderer? Or a convict?"

*LOL*

:)

This book needs a cover art makeover. It's a fun start...

Why did the commute not last a little longer....