"Sorry I saw your dick, er, dicks, sir."

A current romance trend is D&D-style romcoms with monster heroes. Love, Laugh, Lich is about the romance between an undead lich and his secretary Lily. It takes place entirely in the office, and is about 60% romcom about a magical workplace and 40% fucking.

He towers over me, staring into my soul probably. I mean, as far as I can tell, the cloak's hood doesn't have eyeballs, but even as I look into that endless void, I can feel his gaze sweeping over me, sending goosebumps over my skin.

How does a lich who is nothing but a cloak and a chilly void fuck his secretary, you ask? You may be surprised to hear that the answer involves three dicks. They are stacked vertically. The top one has a sucker and is for Lily's clit. The middle one is a regular dick and is for her vagina. The bottom one, appropriately, is for her bottom.

(He has a physical form when he wants to. It's enormous and has a bear's head, a mane, golden eyes, four large horns, claws, and a tail. In addition to three dicks.)

At one point he puts a magical butt plug up Lily's ass and it just stays there for several chapters while she wanders around the office and has conversations with people.

Despite the D&D trappings, what this reminded me of the most was the trend from about five years back of lighthearted romance novelettes about billionaire bosses fucking their secretaries. Nothing much happens other than the lich and Lily flirting and fucking; at the end he gives her his heart (literally, it's in a jar) and the book abruptly ends.

If the author's name isn't ringing a bell, she's the one who wrote the nonfiction book about tropes (which she calls "butter") and the novel about the time-traveling Viking werewolf and the Black werewolf homesteading vlogger.

Willa, a physical therapist and one of exactly five Black people in her small Virginia town, can see ghosts. Sawyer, her white former high school bully, is now a veteran amputee in desperate need of physical therapy for his totally literal phantom limb, which only Willa can see.

Many years ago, Willa's mother Marian, who can also see ghosts, sued Sawyer's dad for ownership of their house, which is refurbished former slave quarters. She won and then went around saying she was the only Black person to ever get reparations in Alabama. She's known as the Mad Librarian, and has a habit of buying and occasionally stealing valuable books on the suggestion of spirits.

While the book is overall pretty light, the spirits Willa knows are often of Black people who died because of racism, whether violently or because of general bad conditions; the history of the area is all around her. Her interactions with spirits feel more like magical realism than what you normally find in paranormal romance. It's really well-done.

Very unusually for a romance novel, which is not a genre in which spoilers typically matter, this is best read as unspoiled as possible. All I knew about it was that the heroine could see ghosts, and going in cold was a delightful experience which I would highly recommend. It has several plot twists that I enjoyed being surprised by, and a high quotient of absolute batshit that I also enjoyed being surprised by.

Spoilers! Seriously, if there's any chance you will read this book, pick it up and read it cold rather than clicking.

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And that isn't even all the bonkers content in this book. I didn't even get into the WTF storyline about her sister Thel (not short for Thelma), or the subplot about Sawyer's parents, their housekeeper, and a book about Winston Churchill.

Like Taylor's other romance I read, this has a fantastic setup and middle section, but a hurried conclusion. I could have done without one of the plot complications, in which there's a bizarre misunderstanding that leads to the hero briefly kidnapping someone, but overall I enjoyed the hell out of this book and would like to spread the joy.

Theodora Taylor is an indie romance writer, a Black woman married to a white man who likes to write interracial romance (most of her books are in the "50 Loving States" series, I assume a play on the landmark interracial marriage case "Loving vs. Virginia"), and wrote a fun book on writing iddy tropes, 7 FIGURE FICTION: How to Use Universal Fantasy to SELL Your Books to ANYONE, in which she memorably referred to the tropes as butter.

I was unexpectedly charmed by Her Viking Wolf, considering that to me, a lot of Taylor's favorite iddy tropes are either anti-iddy (kidnap romance, extreme asshole alphas, A/B/O, knotting) or neutral (white dudes.)

It starts with some unusual worldbuilding. Werewolves can use a few time and space travel portals to be teleported to their true mate, which they often do as much because their own time/place is oppressive as that they want to meet their mate.

The werewolf heroine, Chloe, loves meeting these out-of-time werewolves, which she gets to do because after being abandoned as a child, she was taken in by the pack alpha's family and raised along with the alpha heir, Rafe, to whom she's not engaged. However, she's suspiciously not all that into him (and feels guilty about it). What she really loves is living in her little cottage and running her vlog about being a Black cottagecore homesteader. Rafe does not approve of this.

When a hot Viking werewolf comes through the portal, claims her as his mate, attacks Rafe with a sword, and gets tranquilized, one thing leads to another. By which I mean that for ~reasons~ she is the only person who can give him a sponge bath!

More things lead to each other, and soon Chloe is forcibly married and kidnapped to Viking times. (It's okay, he won't lay a hand on her sexually without permission.) It helps that the reason the hero (unsurprisingly named Fenris) kidnapped her and won't let her return to her own time is that cultural norms are different in his time, rather than him just being an asshole.

Interestingly, Chloe ends up loving Viking times ("an amusement park made up entirely of things she's interested in") and gets along a lot better with Fenris's household than with Fenris himself; both of them need to make some concessions and learn more about each other for the romance to work. It's all surprisingly sweet.

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( Jun. 13th, 2021 11:12 pm)
Son of the Dragon, by T. S. Joyce

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