The Love of My (Other) Life, by Traci L. Slatton, is a cute sci-fi romance. Brian chases Tessa all around Manhattan, telling her she’s his wife in an alternate universe, and making really terrible physics jokes. When Tessa isn’t trying to get away from the crazy man, she’s snarking at Chelsea “art” galleries and the insane cost of NYC rent. Favorite scenes include alternate-Brian and our world-Brian arguing in unison about alternate dimensions, and Tessa and Brian wandering into an empty room at a gallery and ending up accidentally making performance-art p0rn.
Plus, I think it takes serious chutzpah for a romance writer use ejaculate when referring to a loud and emotional exclamation. That’s what the word means, but… (My favorite word like this is the Victorian meaning of “promiscuous” meaning mixed or jumbled, so one can have a promiscuous bookshelf, or drop one’s shopping in a promiscuous heap.)
I received a review copy of this, and I have a second copy to give away! If you’re interested, leave a comment with the email address associated with your Amazon account. (The email field in my comments sections is screened, obviously.) At the end of the virtual book tour, a random commenter will win a Kindle copy. I think seven people read my blog, so your odds are pretty good.
This post is part of The Love of My (Other) Life blog book tour but you do not get any cover art here because it has a butt on the cover, and I don’t want your bookshelf to start getting too promiscuous.