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Everyday I seem to be making a post. Not that is is bad or anything, but I write an entry every day. I should let my entries sit a lil. Accumulate. Settle. Fester.

I have to write something.
My way of releasing vent up festered chi.

Ok. Lets talk about the book I am reading. The Forbidden Lord.
haa. uhh, this book is soo cinderella like it bugs. Not that it is a bad book, I just hate hate hate knowing things when all the characters don't know.


Its Lawrence who likes Sophie. Didn't you notice how he always talks about her. And c'mon Emily didn't you see how Sophie blushed when you started about about your cousin, Lawrence.
BLIND people. OMG. Look! Lord, please LOOOK!!!



sorry. My fingers just took over!

Synopsis so far, since I NEVER read the back of books (i like to *surprise* myself) is:

The hero, the stepbrother of the stupid idiot stupid reformer that married the pirate Lord, is the most notorious *everyone joins in after seeing this, like, all the damn time* rake of all England *joined chant ended* I swear, its the Avon company. Its poisonous. Anyway. This rake who is like totally Derrek Craven: dark hair; built; tall; yet minus the green eyes is Jordan, the hero, which has black as midnight eyes, has mistakenly assumed company with a rector daughter. Since my vocabulary is like, so awful, it took me awhile to know what the hell "rector" meant. Priest. Holy man. Church guy. God's servant.
You can't blame Jordan, he thought Emily, the heroine, wanted some loving, seeming she was talking to him and she was wearing black. OH she is in mourning. She needs booty. PLUS this was all happening at a masquerade. Hence everyone had masks and feathers and costumes.
*sigh* HAHAHA. I seriously laughed. He comes to realize that she mistaken him for Lawrence who looks like Jordan. They get into the carriage and she starts talking and finally she goes. Lawrence, what is wrong with you. You are acting different.

"Lawrence. Who the bloody hell is Lawrence."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! busted!

So they start talking and it takes forever for Jordan to realize that she is not playing. She has no scheme to trap him into marriage with a ultra virgin. She just was plain out...mistaken. So they turn the carriage around and he asks her if she can show her face, because he had already. So she takes it off and *harps plays*

she's a beaut!

so yea know, they make out. And they sneak back into the masquerade and never see each other for two months. The agony!!!

During this time Miss Sophie, who I will deem the bitch in this book because she is the one causing the damned drama. She almost ran off with this secret guy. Her father, who I deem the complete definition of asshole, wants to know who that bastard is. So he takes Sophie and sends her to Scotland secretly and sends for his sister, Duchess Dundee. (Sabrina. The names good Lord)

Dundee and her brother want to find this guy so they take in Emily. She is forced, by the asshole or he'll spread the worst truth ever, to become this Emma Campbell.
Dundee's bad girl daughter from Scotland.
Emily was never brought out, so no one knows Emma is Emily. EXCEPT JORDAN.
So at this party, Emma meets Jordan and sparks fly. For one, Jordan remembers Emily as innocent, naive, pure while Emma is a flirt.
Jordan sneaks her out in the garden to prove she is Emily by kissing her. She surprises him by kissing him back like a full blown courtesan. But he still believes its Emily. Off center, but still believes.

While she is acting like a slut and trying to help find this guy who almost ran off with Sophie no one thinks of Lawrence. ACK! Its Lawrence people. I read too many romance novels and been tormented with the same damn synopsis of Avon to know, its Lawrence!!


AND what is up with the men that is bare chested yet fully clothed under the waist.
HUH. Its really annoying!!!
Avon. I hate the beauty product too. I bet the real place in England sucks as well.




oh.
I fixed the stupid right column and added a guy to the left column. And if you have your computer set to mute, I have also added music.