So a while back I blogged about Mobipocket and how much I adored it and how I anticipated reading e-books so much more. And I do. But I had kind of a funny experience—and an extremely ironic one considering my career so far—that made me laugh at myself. Clearly, while I love the e-books, I’m still a paperback lover at heart.
I have a bunch of PDF books on my laptop. I bought them before I discovered Mobipocket, thinking I’d read on my laptop, but let’s be honest—when it comes to reading around the house and on the porch and in the truck, the laptop’s barely more portable than the desktop. So they sat unread, including The Bounty by Beth Williamson. I hadn’t read any of her books, but westerns were my first love—both as a reader and as a writer—and I’ve wanted to return to them, so I like to keep on top of the market. See how erotic romance authors are handling the language and such. I’d also heard some good things about her books, and there’s no doubt they’re popular at Samhain. But still…it went unread.
The other day I placed an order from Amazon and realized The Bounty is out in print. I still really wanted to read it, so I ordered it. Two days later (LOVE Amazon Prime), I had two copies of The Bounty—one digital, one print. Thoroughly disgusted with the 600,000th vampire romance I was reading this year, I cracked that paperback open—because it was right there to grab on my way out to the porch for a smoke. Loved. It. It was the awesome Bad-Ass Alpha Cowboy meets Spunky, Gutsy Girl I have loved my entire life. Now, I should probably mention this is the first in a series, the fourth of which is now out.
So, what do I do? I whine. I want to read the rest of them all NOW. I want them all shiny-covered and paper-filled with their extremely hot and unique B&W covers (which you can see all on one page here) lined up on my bookshelf.
I swear it was probably the next morning before I thought…Hey, I CAN have them all right now. Behold the beauty of e-books.
So tomorrow, as soon as I punt the book I’m working on, I’m rewarding myself in a big way. Oooh, more irony—Book 2 is titled The Prize and Book 3 is titled The Reward. How fitting is that?