Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.
Today I’m featuring a book that I am currently reading for review.
The shoes had made a nasty dent in my paycheck, but I wasn’t sorry I’d splurged. They were Chanel, black-textured with a peep toe and a gold zipper up the back, really more of a booty than a stiletto. And not what you’d ever call “Fuck me” shoes – there was nothing about them that would make a guy want to bed you, unless he was the type who liked a razor-sharp heel at his throat. These were what you wore on your feet when you needed armor, when the night would include a few foes half-hidden among the friends and fans. They were the kind of footwear that said you could damn well take care of yourself.
“Fuck you” shoes, I thought. That’s what they were. And I knew I might need them tonight. Because in TV there were always people who wished the worst for you.
I’m reading this one for a TLC Book Tour. I love the sass of that introduction (sorry if the language offends my readers). I hope you’ll stop back by on June 9th to see my final thoughts!
Tales of a Book Addict 