Time for a Break

The Saucy Wenches are taking a vacation! We're going to spend July reading, writing, and enjoying family and friends. We'll be back in August with our usual shenanigans and inappropriateness. In the meantime, check out some of our favorite series:

Karen Marie Moning's Fever Series

Chloe Neill's Chicagoland Vampires Series

Diana Gabaldon's Outlander Series

Everything Alisha Rai writes

Some of our favorite TV Shows, our always delightful Man Candy, and plenty of book reviews

Happy vacation, Saucy Readers! We'll see you soon!

Quote of the Day


Quote of the Day

Grandma Frida walked into the room. "Ooh, here is my boy."

"Mother," Mom growled.

"What? I can't help it. It's the devil eyes."

Pierce did have devil eyes. Deep and dark, the rich brown of coffee grinds, they were unpredictable and full of crazy. He was very nice to look at, but all of the images of him looked staged. He always seemed to know where the camera was. And if I ever saw him in person, I'd run the other way like my back was on fire. If I hesitated, it would be.

"He killed a man," Mom said. 

"He was framed," Grandma Frida said.

"You don't even know the story," Mom said.

Grandma shrugged. "Framed. A man that pretty can't be a murderer."

Mother stared at her.

"Penelope, I'm seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy."

"Go Grandma." Arabella pumped her fist in the air.

"If you insist on being Grandma's little stooge, she can do your hair," Mom said. 

Burn …

Quote of the Day

“You're Mad Rogan!" Leon burst out.
"Yes," Mad Rogan said, his voice calm.
"And you can break cities?"
"And you have all this money and magic?"
Where was Leon going with this?
My cousin blinked. "And you look . . . like that?"
Mad Rogan nodded. "Yes."
Leon's dark eyes went wide. He looked at Mad Rogan, then glanced back at himself. At fifteen, Leon weighed barely a hundred pounds. His arms and legs were like chopsticks.
"There is no justice in the world!" Leon announced.”

Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews

What the Wenches Are Reading

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Quote of the Day

“I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!”

Quote of the Day

The city got under a person's skin, though. Just when we'd think it wasn't worth the aggravation, NOLA would seduce us anew with trills of jazz floating through the heavy night air, the aromas of pralines and crawfish boil assaulting our senses, the clang of old streetcars rumbling beneath a canopy of live oaks, or the peal of ships' horns echoing off the river far into the uptown neighborhoods.

River Road (Sentinels of New Orleans #2)
Suzanne Johnson