Check out some great romance writers I know. (Listed in totally random order) 1. Jennifer Leeland My favorite redneck writer. 2. Kimberly Menozzi An Italian (Hey, you live there now. It counts) with an eye for man candy and cycling. 3. Tatiana Caldwell A sister to my anime heart. 4. A. Catherine Noon A fellow seamstress and world builder. 5. Paige Tyler The queen of spanking. 6. Darla M. Sands who has strange tastes in shoes and music. 7. Shelley […]
The death of her husband, the Emperor Francis Stephen, was a hard blow for Queen Maria of Austria to endure. At age forty-eight, she had been running the kingdom without much in the way of input from her husband. That was the way Maria liked it, and Francis was happy to oblige. While she had little need of Francis in an official capacity, she had an overwhelming emotional need for him. It wasn’t only that she loved him; she adored […]
There’s a wall at the end of a foot bridge that anyone can put graffiti on whenever they want. Some amazing stuff goes up on it.
I’ll still count you in if you post something like this today.
Lacy Hennessey is hunting the last man linked to an ambush that led to her father’s death. As an heir to her father’s role as the enforcer for the Irish mob in Boston, Lacy is armed and dangerous when she arrives in a small Colorado resort. Dr. Josh Davenport missed his flight for a little R & R after an avalanche blocks the road, when he meets Lacy at the Hotel bar. Lacy easily manipulates Josh into offering her a […]
She calls them the Dog Biscuit Gods. She says she throws them treats – ideas and dreams and words – then waits. They throw her books. Wish I had Dog Biscuit Gods. Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
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Owen watch Gene cross the grass in the park with a sense of pride and frustration. His boy was getting big. In a few more years, he’d be taller than his old man. He walked with too much confidence, though. That was all right. Once he got the boy home where he belonged, he’d make that confidence go back under ground where it belonged. Still several feet from the park bench where Owen sat, Gene stopped stock still. His head […]
It’s made of a kind of foil/paper similar to what comes wrapped around a stick of gum. The Girl made it.