james and georgina

i think the first smut book i read was johanna lindsey’s gentle rogue. and no, i didn’t choose it because it’s smut. i chose it because i like the malory family. they’re some pretty cool folks.

georgina: ‘i had to leave england.’

james: ‘were you in trouble?’

‘no, i just couldn’t stand it there another day.’

‘then why didn’t you leave in the customary fashion, by purchasing your passage?’

‘because the only ships crossing the atlantic were english.’

‘i imagine that’s supposed to make sense. give me a moment, and i might figure it out … then again, i might not. what the deuce is wrong with english ships?’

she frowned at him. ‘you wouldn’t find anything wrong with them, but i happen to despise all things english’ …

he grinned, then chuckled. ‘i’m beginning to see the light, george. you wouldn’t happen to be one of those hotheaded americans, would you? that would certainly account for the accent i haven’t been able to place.’

‘and what if i am?’ she demanded defensively.

‘why, i’d consider locking you up, of course. safest place for people who like to start wars so much.’

One response to “james and georgina”

  1. Funny! My first smut book was Janet Dailey's *Touch the Wind*, purchased at Rexall drugstore with babysitting money. I had. no. idea. What an education that was!

    Years later, when watching the South Park episode where the kids accidentally watched the wrong video, I could totally relate to their blank, wide-eyed, disbelieving, open-mouthed stares!

    Of course, I reread it *Touch the Wind* twice (okay, three times), and then loaned it out to all my ninth grade girlfriends — which ultimately resulted in an awkward afternoon in the principal's office of my very strict parochial school. With MY DAD! And highlighted text. Oh. God.

    And my dad was so cool, and basically told the principal where he could put his highlighter.
    And when we got home, my dad said I could read what I wanted, but suggested that perhaps those weren't the best kind of books and that he, personally, didn't feel he was old enough to read them, but of course, I could read what I liked. (My dad was great about making you think about things that way, rather than giving an ultimatum)

    Thanks for making me smile!

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