The Big Bang Theory - Season 8

As the latest season of The Big Bang Theory dropped its proverbial curtain, we were left with more than one cliff hanger.  

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Will Penny and Leonard make it to Vegas and go through the spontaneous wedding?

Will Amy and Sheldon patch things up, and what will happen to The Ring?

Sigh. It was a great finale. I guess I just don’t like change. I’d be quite happy to Penny and Leonard to date forever (what’s so great about marriage anyway?) and for Sheldon to move forward in the bedroom department instead of going the traditional jewellery route. Not that I can fault the script in any way: everybody was acting true to character. More or less. Within the wacko quirky TBBT world anyway.

Season 9 teasers promise that Sheldon will work to win Amy back. Here’s hoping he succeeds.

Happy Mother's Day!

To all the mothers in the world. We rock!

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RWNZ Conference 2015: Love Thrills

28-30 August

Auckland, City of Sails

Waipuna Hotel and Conference Centre

Join us in Auckland as we celebrate the 22nd Romance Writers of New Zealand Conference.

Guest speakers include:

• Candace Havens -Best selling author
• Karen Rose- Internationally Best selling author
• Mary Jo Putney- NYT Best selling author
• Patricia McLinn- USA Best selling author
• Nalini Singh- Best selling author (NYT/USA/Publishers weekly)
• Yvonne Walus

NZ/Australian speakers: Cassandra Dean & Lucy Clark; Sara Hantz & Amanda Ashby; Yvonne Walus; Darian Smith

3.5 days. 20+ workshops. Over 100 writers, editors, agents and publishing industry professionals.

Authors on Love

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Oscar Wilde

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

Jim Morrison

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Honore de Balzac

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

Orson Welles

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

C. S. Lewis

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Tom Robbins

Top 5 Romance Anthologies

In no particular order:

• Santa Bay by Jennifer Crusie et al
• Let It Snow by John Green et al
• Sweet Somethings by Eve Summers
• Spicy Somethings by Eve Summers
• Erotica Adam and Eve by Cory Garcie and Mia Perry

Excerpt from Spicy Somethings

Angelica hated three things: elevators, Christmas, and her ex–husband. Just her luck, she mused, to be spending Christmas Eve stuck between floors in an elevator.

            At least it was on a cruise ship, and not with her ex.

            In fact, the man slouched against the mirrored wall was his direct opposite. Young, younger than her, with that palpable aura of fuck–you that was both an attitude and a proposition. His shoulders were broad, twice as broad as the hips. A strand of hair, just above the dark brows, shimmered glittery purple. 

            Great. Christmas Eve, a broken elevator playing an instrumental medley from the eighties, plus a punk with purple hair. A punk whose hard jaw made her yearn to run her tongue along its line…. Halt! Where did that come from?

            The punk unpeeled himself from the wall and pushed the alarm button. Nothing happened. He held his cell phone above his head. Angelica stood on tiptoe to look. No signal bars.

            “Hi.” His grin flashed a row of teeth, pointy and white--a wolf’s mouth. A vertical groove bisected his lower lip di Caprio style. “I guess it’s too much to expect even a miracle like the iPhone to work in the middle of the ocean.”

            “Sea,” Angelica corrected mechanically. “We’re in the Caribbean.”

            She knew she was being anal. But it was Christmas Eve and she was spending it in a broken elevator. It had mirrors and a plush seat, and its glass door overlooked the sea, but it couldn’t compare to the Captain’s Dinner she was late for.

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Are you going to be on the nice or the naughty list this Easter?