I'm currently getting to know a whole bunch of new writers, editors, and publicists through Entangled Publishing. (Can I just take a minute to squeeeeeee for a moment? I mean, within the next 18 months, I will be the author of
four published novels. How freaking cool is that?)
Ok, back to the subject at hand.
So many of these women aren't aware of my passion. My not-so-secret love affair. My hot nights spent with the one who really understands me. The one who knows exactly how to make me squeal, sigh, shudder, giggle, and whimper with pleasure.
Yes, my friends, we're talking about cheese.
And today the cheese in question is:
The ever sexy Bergenost.
It's buttery, creamy, and rich. It melts in your mouth and makes your toes curl in your shoes. It could potentially make your eyes roll back in your head, but that's only when it is paired with some nice concord grapes or a really crisp red apple. Today, as I edit the everliving crap out of Secrets, book 1, I will dedicate my progress to Bergenost.
How I love thee.
Brooke Moss.
