What was I thinking...

I've been feeling really blah and unmotivated to read. I've read one too many "not awful" but totally forgettable books lately. Is that just the name of the game with categories? Does the shorter length just make for shallower stories? Are the authors not encouraged to be innovative? So my solution? Go to Harlequin and buy another boxful of books. They were doing a buy 4 "beach reads" get one free thing. I don't know how I even ended up there. But of course everything just sounded fab. I'm like Oh, I really need that! Even though I had told myself that I would only get Harlequins from the UBS or the library sale cart. Here's my new batch:

Jack Riordan's Baby by Anne Mather

The Bought and Paid For Wife by Bronwyn Jameson

Blame it on Texas by Cathy Gillen Thacker

Back in the Bachelor's Arms by Victoria Pade

The Marriage Renewal by Maggie Cox

Got a little bit of it all--cowboys, bachelor doctors, tycoons with mistresses, marriages of revenge, and (I think) even a secret baby or two. Two Harlequin Presents! Oh good grief! Maybe something will be really, really bad. So I can at least get a scathing review out of it. I'm toying with the idea of putting all mediocre reviews in Haiku form, just to liven things up a bit.

Then I decided a needed some smutty romances as well, so I hopped over to Ellora's Cave. Bought not one but two books--Holding the Cards by Joey Hill and In the Arms of Danger by Madison Hayes. As for the first, well I've made no secret of the fact that I like the kink, but the second is Romantic Suspense, not my usual thing. But the hero is a British thug named Dicky, of all things. So I can hear and visualize Jason Statham in my head. He is one sexy balding Brit!

Finally I got Undead and Unpopular by MaryJanice Davidson from the library. So, something's got to snap me out of it.