Hey y'all, you're listening to Heaving Buzms.

The podcast where two friends squeal about romance books, wonder why things didn't

squeak them out and generally interrogate swoons.

We're in the middle of the dangerous tideskicks starter, and honestly I just wanted to say

a huge thank you to everyone who's backed it already.

Your support of this project and more than anything these authors means the world to me.

Since we started bonkers, our goal has been to highlight and uplift authors we really

love, like unleash them, you know, to take big chances and write something that feeds

their soul and the fact that I get to do that while also facilitating a horny pirate

art and stories is just ridiculously fulfilling.

If you get a chance, check out the project.

Backing just the e-books means you get these stories over five months before they will

be released by retail sites.

You're also getting them for less than they would go for retail together and you're

cutting out the zon, which, you know, isn't terrible.

Today though, Sabrina and I are back for the middle section of The Bride by Julie Garwood.

The start of our conversation is us interrogating the consent of one scene and while I think

we're thoughtful, we do sort of get into the weeds and try to parse our feelings about

it.

So, I just want to put that out there as a slight content warning.

But without further ado, let's head back into medieval highlander times with The Bride

by Julie Garwood.

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