Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Filibuster! I don't even know her!

Vote for Me, Darling!
Charlon Comics
Career Girl Romances
Story Art by Charles Nicholas and Vince Alascia
Number 63

Whether you are looking for steaming hot romance, or are merely looking for career options, Charlton Comic's Career Girl Romances title comes through for us once again!

In Vote for Me, Darling we learn that there is nothing a bleeding-heart-liberal can't accomplish with an obsession and the right woman by his side. 

The right woman you ask? Well for small town drifter Lew Cantrell that woman is Linda Miles. Obsession you ask? We'll get to that later.

Oh ladylike Congresswoman Linda Miles, surely you know that romance for a politician isn't conduced on public streets. No, it's conducted from the Senate floor, brothels and in men's restroom.

Our story begins at the office/rustic home of Judge Stern (Judge to his friends).

But make no mistake, Judge Stern is not just an intimidating suit and impressive mustache, no. He is also a father-like figure to one Linda Miles, community college graduate and quite the looker.

After Judge Stern's subtle attempt to push his baby-bird out of the nest and into the loving arm's of the American people ...

Is it just the orange shirt or does Lew look like Charles Nicholas and Vince Alascia's version of Aquaman? The obsession with waterways isn't helping. 

With the Judge's gout bothering him, - Hey, I didn't write this. - The Judge asked Linda to let Lew show her what he is talking about.

It would be so hot right now if he started talking to fish.

And like every man who is this good looking, he is able to completely change the course of another human beings life.

Of course he's right Linda! Have you seen how good looking he is?

So, with the help of Judge Stern, the ideals of the town drifter and her own good looks and natural charisma, Linda Miles goes into politics.

She's also good with sticking to a theme.

But Linda still remembers the little guy.

 I'm not sure what the significance of the bus stop sign, but its placement makes me feel like I'm missing a double-entendre.

And Lew becomes an integral part of her campaign.

But when Linda wins her bid for election...

So, she can't be seen with her campaign manager? 
And Linda starts to feel that without Lew, fighting for HIS cause isn't the same.

And like any woman with access to the nearly unlimited funds of the American people, she goes home to find her man.

I personally think that when you file you taxes and they ask if you want to donate a dollar toward the presidential campaign, it should also ask if you want to donate a dollar to the pursuit of love. My answer - HELL YES!

Yes, ladylike congresswoman Linda Miles, your man is not a loser. No doubt you'll live happily-ever-after.

For more information on running for political office ask your local librarian or your town drifter.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

If I said you have a beautiful body would you read this novel I have been working on?

There's More Than Tears!
Charlon Comics
I Love You
Art by Fred Himes (as Ezell)
Number 99

Girls (and guys) if you have never shown up at a boyfriend's place only to have a ream of paper shoved into your hands with a request of would you mind reading this? you've obviously made better romantic choices than I have.

Men always seem to want you to read something they've written, critic something they have painted or keep them company while they sculpt something or other. Or worst of all, pose. Something that simultaneously makes you love them and want to kick them in the eye. But normally these requests come after a certain getting to know you period, once they determine that you wouldn't mind. Of course they always come to the conclusion that you wouldn't mind, so the getting to know you period is of little use.

In There's More Than Tears! Bart Crofford doesn't give a shit how well he knows you, he's got a story to tell and your ass is going to hear it.

He's a fool! And you're a dream crushing bitch.

At Evelyn Ross' loud, bitter, insistent pounding, the door is finally opened. And, despite the fact that it is opened by a rather tall blonde with bedroom eyes and man of action sideburns, Evelyn can't seem to dial down her shrew.

Bart explains to Evelyn that his day job at a car wash forces him to work on his novel late at night and, with Bart's gift of verbal seduction, it is only the work of moments before Evelyn is charmed into a little something Bart has been thinking about doing all day.

Since my husband works nights, I have a friend who comes over on Friday after I get my little ones to bed. We are supposed to either watch a movie or work on our various writing projects, separately but together. Inevitable it turn into this. Me sitting around in my husband's flannel PJ bottoms, rolling my eyes and telling him to shut the hell up, him dressed to the nines talking incessantly about whatever he is working on.  

 Evelyn is wearing the exact look I would expect that offer to elicit. 

Despite all outward appearances, there does seem to be a little bit of a spark between our two lonely apartment dwellers.

And Evelyn finds her mind wandering to thoughts of Bart.

The next day Evelyn heads off to her hated job as a textile working still thinking about Bart. No doubt her seams will suffer.

After work Bart and Evelyn run into one another in the hall and agree to have dinner together. And, because misery loves company, invite Mr. Shepulsky along also.

After dinner, once Mr. Shepulsky leaves, Bart asked Evelyn about her family.

Bart tells Evelyn that not letting her parents know where she is isn't nice.  And he convinces her to write them a letter. Once she is ready to mail it, he walks her to the post office and then they take a romantic stroll.

 Good Lord. I wish their romantic stroll was to a pharmacy to pick up some freakin' Cymbalta.

 He's father is waving and appears to be happy to see his son. Clearly he has forgotten what a complete downer Bart is.

There you go, a happy ending for all. (Except for possible Mr. Shepulsky.)

Romance - The way you like it!