Once Upon a Reviewer: Bev(QB). Once upon a time, there was a Faery Godmother whose true magic lay in her ability to transport herself away from her suburban Ohio soccer Mom world, and into lands found only in the pages of magical tomes. Her husband and four children never realized she was gone because she also possessed the ability to make it appear that she was still at home when actually, she had escaped to Romancelandia! Oh, there were times over her half century of life when she took trips to the lands of Suspense, Mystery, and Horror, but she always found her way back to her treasured Romancelandia. 

After exploring the myriad Realms within that land, she eventually found herself spending most of her time in the Realms of Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Regency, and the Scottish Highlands, with an occasional trip to the Medieval Realm. As the years passed, she found her way to the outlying kingdoms within in each of these Realms that the inhabitants referred to as Spicy and began to spend less and less time in the more civilized and tame central lands of the Realms.

And then one day, her magical guide, Amazon, and the sacred scroll, RT Magazine, whispered to her that there was another entire world within Romancelandia that she had yet to explore… the Realm of Erotic Romance! What wonders the Faery Godmother found there! And, to her amazement, this new Realm contained smaller fiefdoms where she could find her beloved Paranormal, Fantasy, and Historicals! But, unlike the other Realms of Romancelandia, the kingdoms within the Realm of Erotic Romance were also populated with the fiefdoms of the Ménage and the villages of the Gay. She even found that she enjoyed spending time with the inhabitants known as the Gay Cowboys!

The Faery Godmother so loved Romancelandia that she was eager to share her magical journeys and proclaim her devotion to Romancelandian Royalty such as Queen Karen Marie of Moning, Queen Bertrice of Small, Queen Stephanie of Laurens, Queen Lora of Leigh and Queen Laurell of Hamilton, who honored the Faery Godmother by giving her a role in one of the Queen’s magical vampire hunter journeys. She also shared the wonderous tales told to her by the many Princes and Princesses who held fiefdoms within the kingdoms of Black Lace, Torquere, Ellora’s Cave, and so many more! That is, when she wasn’t otherwise occupied eating the food of the gods (known to one and all as Peanut M&Ms) and watching over her braw, kilt clad warriors as they trained her stable of of magnificent shape-shifting stallions.

But even though the Faery Godmother had been traveling throughout Romancelandia for many, many years, minor vexations seldom bothered her so long as the rest of the journey included at least one of three magical elements… she must meet engaging people she’s never met before, she must explore parts of fiefdoms and Realms she’s never visited before, or the journey itself must be more exciting and unique than any she has experienced before. Yet she always endeavored to tell other travelers about problems that might vex them along the way, for she was aware that there was no such thing as a perfect journey and problems that didn’t really disturb HER enjoyment might prove insurmountable to her fellow travelers. Little else made the Faery Godmother as happy as when she could recommend a journey to a Romancelandian who returned to tell HER how much THEY enjoyed it!

But alas, the Faery Godmother was compelled to return periodically to the Land of the Grey (otherwise known as northeastern Ohio). But even that was made bearable through the magic of audio books which allowed her to dream of Romancelandian journeys while simultaneously managing to earn a living, pay college tuitions, carpool for soccer and cheerleading, and seek answers to a question that has been known to induce panic in even the most stalwart Faery Godmothers… “What’s for dinner?”

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