—I have never had such amazing sex that I could orgasm while tearing the stitches in my gunshot wound.
—My reaction to finding out an undead guy not only exists but wants in my pants would probably not be helping him with my zipper.
—Eventually I would tell my mother to mind her own :censor: business.
—If faced with a burglar/stalker/rapist/murderer/serial killer, I would call the police, not my high school sweetheart.
I’ve picked up and put down about 20 different romances in the last two weeks. It’s time to get me some John Sandford, Lee Child and Jeffrey Deaver. :nod:
LOL! How ’bout calling that cute new neighbor that stares at you so often a logical person would think HE’S a stalker?:rofl:
Sex with stitches… probably more effective at delaying the orgasm than thinking about baseball.
Undead… no, me neither. I prefer my partner to be fully alive no matter how good looking she is.
Mother… I’m almost afraid of getting published because then I would have to tell her, then she’d want to read it, then she might never talk to me again. As a hero in a novel, I’m pretty patient so I could probably keep my mouth shut.
Serial killers… yeah, I’m with you there. Let the cops handle it. After the first body shows up I’m calling it quits on the vacation. Seen too many movies where there’s only one survivor, and I’m not that lucky.
:lmao: I’ve been reading Kelly Armstrong, Kim Harrison and Dean Koontz. :nod:
Having a little trouble suspending our disbelief, Ms. Shan? :lmao:
I couldn’t do any of the things my heroines do. But I love living vicariously through them. Many are the kickass bitches I always wanted to be. :woot: