I’m in a Paul Newman/Stevie Wonder mood. Look out. Paul is always on my list of best men. I do have a list. Yes, I know Paul is no longer with us, but he is on the island (See Well Dressed). He’s still very much alive and writing seriously romantic love letters to his wonderful wife, Joanne, until…
Why are most of the heroes in romance lately either billionaires, small town guys, bad boy alphas or not human? What about the guy in the third cubicle on the left or the second chair violin player in the local symphony? Those guys can be sexy too. They have stories and deserve to kiss in the rain. The…
I am usually a hand person. I like rough hands, callus, classic working hands. It’s often the first physical thing I notice about a man, even before the obvious eyes, lips or arms. My body part observations vary based my mood, or where I’m at in the story I am writing. I’m into necks lately.…
Memorial: Something, especially a structure, a reminder of a person or event. Today we are set to remember the people that have fought and died in the service of our military, our country. There are all sorts of memorials, all over the world, made of every material imaginable. Cold marble or granite, strong steel, copper, elemental…
I had to buy a new pair of spin shoes. I mean I guess I didn’t have to, but the ones I have are almost a year old and they’re not as pretty as some of the other shoes in class. They’re losing their structure, they’re a little sloppy. For those of you that don’t…
I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction. I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around. Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand…
Michael and I met our junior year in high school, 1988. I used Aqua Net for my awesome bangs, he wore Vans and we both rolled our jeans. Michael transferred to our school and when he arrived a few of my friends were pretty excited. New guy, kind of preppy, sounded like the same giddy…
You never take the one on display or the one on top. I’m a little obsessed with going to the bottom of the barrel, or the back of the shelf when I pick things out. I will look at something, decide if I want it and then take the one that is five boxes back.…
He took her breath away. It has been written a million times. I’ve written it myself. Of course he’s not literal taking the air out of her lungs. That would lead to gasping and a really ugly ordeal. He’s making her feel like she can’t breath, either physically, or my favorite, without even touching her.…