What Would You Say?
What would you say? So the other morning, at a much too early of an hour to function, I had someone ask me one of THOSE questions. You know the kind I mean, questions about the core essence of life…
What would you say? So the other morning, at a much too early of an hour to function, I had someone ask me one of THOSE questions. You know the kind I mean, questions about the core essence of life…
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way. He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he…
It was stupid of her to expect that he'd hold back from something he thought he had to do. He wouldn't be Sam if he did. Nine months ago, she'd driven into Twilight and he'd pulled her over for a…
The dynamic alphaness of the man matched Jared's, except that this man was rougher. The only thing that softened his warrior-sharp features was the black silk of his long hair and the luxuriance of his water-spiked lashes. Dark-coffee eyes flashed…
He'd crossed his thick arms over a chest that rivaled Atlas for broadness and strength. She lifted her gaze higher. He sat with his heels propped on her bumper, knees bent and legs spreadānot extra wide, but he sure wasn't…
This post is not meant to be a political statement, but only a realization that good and evil exist and battle in the world today, just like what I write about in my Shadowmen Series, good wars against murderous evil…