Tender Wings of Desire: Did KFC Really Write a Romance Novel?

It is well-written, there is no fried chicken in it, and it is about a young woman who makes her own choices. I will recommend it. 4 stars.
— Shyra Latiolais

I caught a short-lived post over on reddit about a "KFC-based romance novel" and assumed it was some May Fools Day (?) joke or something of that ilk. A quick peek over on Amazon showed me that, no, the poster on reddit was not mistaken: KFC really did release a romance novel.

A romance novel.

By the chicken people.

Why? Dear God, why?

Well, according to WKYT it was released...wait for it...for Mothers Day. You know that day you're supposed to show your mother how much you appreciate her by making breakfast or buying flowers? Yes, that Mothers Day. 

Don't want to say it with flowers? Say it with chicken!


by Colonel Sanders



When Lady Madeline Parker runs away from Parker Manor and a loveless betrothal, she finally feels like she is in control of her life. But what happens when she realizes she can’t control how she feels? When she finds herself swept into the arms of Harland, a handsome sailor with a mysterious past, Madeline realizes she must choose between a life of order and a man of passion. Can love overcome lies? What happens in the embrace of destiny, on the Tender Wings of Desire?


I have to say, though, that this PR stunt has resulted in some of the most hilarious reviews I've seen in a long time. Here's a sampling of my favorites:

I have already gifted this to myself, pulling up to the Amazon drive thru and hurling it through cyberspace to my Kindle. Having begun to dig into this bucket of love, my breasts are already heaving at the tender way the words just fall off the bone of this manuscript.
— Linda M. Sharp
Was expecting tender breasts and juicy thighs. Perhaps a bit of finger licking goodness. Instead got a tough, dry read lacking spice.
— Jennifer Hendriks
Of all the novellas written about fictional chicken magnet Colonels I’ve read today, this one has by far been the best.
— Kindle Customer
With biceps the size of a $5 combo box and hands resembling the most tender of chicken fingers, he lathered the smoothest of gravy over her...plate of food. Whispering slowly and repeatedly, “Finger lickin’ good.”
— Devon Bellman
I am sorely disappointed by the lack of any mention of fried chicken anywhere in this book, or even a hint of herbs and spices - as either a plot point or seasonings.
— La Belle Gigi