Status Updates From Passion's Child

‘No mistake, no misreading, no coincidence. She was dead—dead & buried here in this tomb. I had never known her, but through the years I had thought & wondered about her. Then for a little while she had come alive, her image, however tempered by an unfortunate background, offering hope of a reunion. Now that hope was gone.’

This is really good, so far. ((I mean the girl lost her virginity via anal which is v hardcore)) lol

Ok. We're halfway through the book and she has been with the OM the whole time. What a romance!

I did not encourage him. I swear it. He fell in love with me. Can I help it if I am attractive, if men seem to notice me?"

I really need to slap her.

"I feel you are already my wife" he had said. What better proof of a man's intentions could a woman have?

Is this chick for real?

Oh. My. God.

"Not there! Not there!" I wanted to scream, instinctively feeling it was the wrong place."

ROFL.

Holy crap! Four pages in and the Sweet Innocent is already peeping into a threesome in a 19th century New Orleans Bordello. All aboard the Crazy Train choo-choooooo!

The typos have been really bad in this, minor though they are they are just adding up. Would someone please tell me what 'fascade' is?

Are the blinders coming off where Derry is concerned? About damned time.

I hope reports of his death are greatly exaggerated.

Well, I'll be damned, if it isn't the Yankees.

I decided to bed down in the cabin, for the first time that day making a sensible decision.

About darned time she made a sensible decision :/

Girl, I do not know how Miles is going to get you out of this pickle. What a stupid thing to do this time.

There's nothing like flounced white curtains, the sight of a large, comfortable bed and a pretty female to take the sour taste of war out of a man's mouth.

When is this dimwitted heroine going to see Derry for the scum that he is?

Yankee bluejackets on Bourbon Street? I could hardly believe it.

Off to strike it rich again in Virginia City.

Two bittee, lookee, flo bittee, feelee; six bittee doee.

Well. That was hard to get past autocorrect.

Stupid girl. You really believed he had a hostage? He does now.

Spoke too soon, she's walking right into a Costco sized bucket of pickles.

Wow. 50 pages read and our heroine hasn't needed rescuing. New record.

Mission San Diego de Alcala

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I've lost count of how many times Miles has had to rescue her, and we're only on page 100.

Stupid girl. Never stand up in a life boat, no matter how worried you are about the fate of your twu wuv.

Retribution must come in the form of a slow, painful ordeal, something that would humiliate him as he had humiliated me.

A man bedding a man?

Things just got cray cray.

Oh...that's not quite what one expects on the wedding night.