Friends Are The Support Bras Of Life.

He Was So Far From The Gallant Knights In Her Romantic Fantasies...he Was Tarnished, Scarred, Imperfect.

Shaw...has A Woman Ever Asked You To Write A Poem For Her?" "good God, No," Gideon Replied With A Snicker. "shaws Don't Write Poetry. They Pay Others To Write It For Them And Then Take The Credit For It.

Because You Need Me," He Said, Drawing In His Breath As She Squirmed Against Him. "just As I Need You." He Crushed His Mouth To Hers. "i've Needed You For Years." Another Kiss, This One Deep And Drugging, His Tongue Searching Her Intimately

I'm A Big Believer In Putting Things Off, In Fact, I Even Put Off Procrastinating. -ella Varner

I’m Not Short. I’m…vertically Disadvantaged.