A couple of weekends ago, I made the grave error of reading a Christine Feehan and a Lora Leigh on the same day.
I know! What the hell was I thinking?!
Let’s put aside the fact that I nearly OD’ed on testosterone and was forced to go lay down with some soothing cool washcloths and turn on my trusty electronic device.
What?! No, not THAT, Tracy! Jesus. Mind outta the gutter, Cali-butt-girl. I’m talking about my air con, of course. *tsk, tsk*
Anyway, whilst recovering from my severe case of the ALPHAS it suddenly hit me...
Tracy, why are you giggling? No, I wasn’t referring to THAT. I swear to God you have a one track mind at the moment. I thought you said your husband was back from his trip?
Where was I?? Oh, yes. A thought *glaring* suddenly occurred to me...
... should the heroes out of Christine Feehan’s and Lora Leigh’s stories ever meet up, who do you think would win?
Granted LL’s Breeds have certain advantages when it comes to barbs and what knots (Get it? I crack me up!), but would CF’s mix of genetically engineered soldiers, kitty cats and toothy Carpathians be able to take ‘em? What do you reckon?
Of course, should Acheron turn up, he would seriously kick some Breed and paranormal arse.
I’m picturing a ring filled with chocolate sauce as opposed to mud.
I agree, Tracy. It would definitely be slurpiliscous. *g*