"But I am not here to talk about the democratizing heroism of self-publishers and crowdsourcers. Or about the growing centrality of the consumer, who is able to customize her reading experience by telling Amazon precisely what she wants to read before any work goes to press. I am here to talk about The Billionaire’s Bodyguard Bride. This is one of the first success stories of the process, a Kindle Scout–approved book soon to be “published by Kindle Press,” unfolding the romance between kick-ass “covert protection” agent Lauren Reynolds and gorgeous business mogul Rafe Dimitriou. We meet them at a wedding-themed fashion show where Lauren plays the bride and Rafe the groom. They have a past. “His kisses had tasted like forever,” but those “hard muscular lines that provided the perfect counterpoint to her soft curves” were not enough to save their relationship after he discovered that she had infiltrated his heart for a newspaper story." - Jessie

"When a guilty pleasure works, it means suspense or an appealing voice or soaring fantasy elements have overridden weak prose or flat characterization or dumb plot contrivances, so that the net reading experience is positive. But other books, oh other books, sail across that fine line between being pleasurable despite their badness and being pleasurable because of their badness. (And being nonpleasurable because of their badness, that’s always an option too.) Instead of forcing readers to weigh pros against cons, these titles collapse the pro-con distinction. If a guilty pleasure is an occasional, delicious bag of potato chips, these books are a nacho tower fluorescent with cheap cheese, unappetizing, weirdly compelling, “so bad it’s good.” You don’t feel guilty enjoying it in spite of its flaws. Rather, you feel some mix of superior and delighted as you devour it on account of its flaws." --> IT'S LIKE SHE'S FOUND OUR WEBSITE. - Jessie

“Harry Potter meets David Sedaris meets Texas.” --> You know you want to read this. - Jessie

lololol - Soup in a TARDIS