Words and Whiskey Podcast Goes Full-on Romance this Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2022January 16, 2023Leave a comment

By Kelcie McKenney

Buckle up romance readers, we’ve got a Valentine’s Day treat for you.

Words and Whiskey, an intoxicating book club podcast, covers books that are worth reading and drinks that are worth drinking. Hosts Krossland Shaw and PJ Heller have been working their way through Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn as of late, but decided to spice things up with an episode covering the romance genre.

“That’s right, this week we’re tackling the ROMANCE Genre, and attacking it with as much panache as possible. Kross is joined by an incredible group of guests who really want to get your gears turning, and help you understand why the Romance Genre is as big and as important as it is.”

Those guests include a host of hard-core romance readers (including Catcall Editor-in-Chief Kelcie McKenney—hi!) who cover everything from soft and sweet YA and historical romance to, *cough*, well, monster fucking. So strap in and strip down for this two-parter romance ride (with Part 2 dropping later today!).

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Poems from the Heart

May 16, 2019January 16, 2023Leave a comment

By Lindsay Bell

Go Ahead and Leave a Bruise

help me choke
on the shame of it all
please
fill the space
between these teeth
with prying hands
and coerce these lips
to bring your grace

i am the siren
are are my muse
this place in my heart
is reserved for you

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Rom Com Love Songs for your Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2019January 16, 2023Leave a comment

By Kelcie McKenney

From moody heartbreak to unrequited love, dance songs to soul-searchers, fill your Valentine’s Day up with songs from some Romantic Comedy classics (and a few other romance flicks thrown in the mix).

10 Things I hate About You

“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” – Heath Ledger

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Taylor and Jordan: A Love Story, Minus the Pronouns

May 24, 2016January 16, 2023Leave a comment

By Jenny Doocy

Taylor Johnson parked the rusted old pickup truck in front of a suburban mansion, two houses down from the intended destination, and sent a short text that simply read here. Being chivalrous and walking up to the door, at the risk of being seen in this part of town, was not an option. In other situations a quick honk would have sufficed, but seeing as neither of them wanted to draw attention to their meeting—that is, any more attention than a beat up truck in this neighborhood would cause—a text message seemed the way to go.

Taylor waited for Jordan Smith, releasing nervous energy by drumming two long, slender fingers against the steering wheel, body moving to the rhythm of the music coming from the old radio, sneakers tapping against the pedals to match the beat of the fingers.