He Asked Me If I Had Adequate

By About The Sixth Romance I Knew I Wasn't In Exactly The Right Place. I Liked Writing Action. And I Wanted To Write A Book With A Little More Edge Than I Was Allowed In Romance.

Respect And Love Your Readers. Write For The Reader.

Well, Sure, But I Don't Bring God Into It. I Think Shower Massage Might Have Been Invented By The Devil. God Invented The Missionary Position.

Ranger Removed My Goggles "would You Like To Come Home With Me?" I Stepped Away From Him. "thank You For The Offer, But No. I'm Done With Men." Ranger Smiled. "forever?" "until I Figure Some Things Out." "and If You Don't Figure Them Out?" "if I Can't Figure Them Out On My Own, I'll Ask You To Help Me." "babe, That's Like The Blind Leading The Blind.

Grandma Mazur Stood Two Feet Back From My Mother. "i Gotta Get Me A Pair If Those," She Said, Eyeballing My Shorts. "i've Still Got Pretty Good Legs, You Know." She Raised Her Skirt And Looked Down At Her Knees. "what Do You Think? You Think I'd Look Good In Them Biker Things?" Grandma Mazur Had Knees Like Doorknobs.