Speaking of sabotaged navigational systems, I cleaned my bathroom already this morning. And the males in this house have seriously defective penile guidance systems. Aiming high is for the Air Force, dammit.
Last night the husband accidentally knocked over one of the foothills surrounding Mount TBR and, while trying to stack them, asked me why I don’t write for Silhouette Romantic Suspense. I told him my guys have been spoiled by Samhain—can you imagine Gallagher talking in PG-13? It took … Read More »