Nature writer reaches new audiences with “Hot-loving polecats do[ing] it in prairie dog holes.”
Published by Kyso Kisaen January 15th, 2008 in Punkass!, BooksPlagiarism is wrong; especially plagiarism this bad:
On page 195, after several false starts to stoke the furnaces of readers, Bramlett and Shadow Bear finally get down to business. They have sex in his teepee on some animal pelts. Hungrily, their sinuous bodies rock and quake until both explode in rapturous pleasure. When the teepee flaps are rocking, don’t come a-knocking.
Bramlett hears something rustling in the bushes and recoils in fear. Could it be the evil Jack Thunder Horse, come to steal the map that reveals the secret location of the gold discovered by her late father?
No!
It’s just a family of ferrets….
“They are so named because of their dark legs,” Shadow Bear says, to which Shiona responds: “They are so small, surely weighing only about two pounds and measuring two feet from tip to tail.”
Shiona then tells Shadow Bear how she once read about ferrets in a book she took from the study of her father. “I discovered they are related to minks and otters. It is said their closest relations are European ferrets and Siberian polecats,” she says. “Researchers theorize that polecats crossed the land bridge that once linked Siberia and Alaska, to establish the New World population.”
The nature writer whose purely not-prurient article on the endangered black-footed ferret (Note from Author: Since I have your attention, please be aware of the plight of the black-footed ferret) became pillow talk for the “shirtless, dark-haired hunk in a loin cloth” Shadow Bear and “pioneer hottie, Shiona Bramlett” isn’t terribly upset, but Cassie Edwards’ readers are. As well they should be - Christ on a crutch, Cassie, you were paid for that crap. The least you could do was change enough of Tolme’s words to make that conversation less like it was being held by a couple of horny androids.
That is funny as hell.
I do have to admit that I enjoy the bodice rippers on occasion (okay, a lot), and some of them are spectacularly bad, but I haven’t read anything that cheesy in a long, long time. In fact, the only one I can remember that was that bad was that way on purpose–it was a gag gift from a friend that she got from one of those places that makes custom bodice rippers (you put in the pertinent information, names and such, and they generate a novel for you from their pre-set formula).