Damn, I was going to make a joke about how Cleopatra wasn’t killed by an asp, but an ass… oh, hey, look at that, I did make it. And it is as lame on paper as it was in my head. Well, shit. That is a really nice butt, though. You can tell ’cause the tops of his ass look like delightful little apples. I’m just a little worried that his skin will crack open if he moved. Check out how sun-burned this white boy is. He looks like Thanksgiving turkey. While that golden brown goodness is delicious on poultry, I don’t think it works the same way for beefcakes. Ouch, it just looks like it hurts. Check out the sun damage along his shoulder. While my dreamboat could use a little sun himself, at least he isn’t tanorexic. God, I just want to take a bite out of him. Does anyone have any gravy? I bet he’ll go great with garlic mashed potatoes. Damn, I just depressed myself. I just remembered that I have nothing but cream of wheat for breakfast and I’ve got a sudden hankering for Bennigan’s garlic mashed potatoes (it’s smooth, creamy goodness, y’all). I do like Cleopatra’s body language, though. She looks appropriately taken back by sun-burned boy’s physique. Maybe his penis is actually… an asp! What a twist! It’s too bad that I have a prejudice against romances set in Egypt. It’s a long story. Well, actually, no, it’s not. When I was in the 7th grade and was just starting to read romance novels, a friend recommended this Virginia Henley book set in Egypt and I can’t even remember which one it was, but I was so bored by it that I never picked up a book by her again. It’s also why I can’t read anything that remotely has anything to do with Egypt. That’s not a joke.

Thanks for the cover, Jen!

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