I hope you've reached the right place, and I hope that you're over eighteen. This website is for adults only. No, I don't sell adult toys or videos or anything like that, this isn't a porn site. But it is the site of an erotic romance writer.
If you're looking for a steamy read, long, short or in between, where the characters are all over each other, get down and dirty, than I can guarantee that you will find something here. I'm going to level with you, my erotic romances are explicit and graphic in nature, but they all have happily forever or happily for now endings.
Enter at your own risk!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Then I decided to go clothes shopping. Have I told you that I hate shopping? Well, I do. On the way there I hit one of those orange barrels they put up when road work is going on. No, I wasn't texting. I don't do that. I won't even read a text sent to me while I'm driving. I was paying attention, but realized at the very last second that I was taking the wrong exit. So I swerved in the hope I would make the right exit. I did. But I hit the barrel.
Now the passenger side mirror is gone and I have a nice scrape on the side of the car. Damn. I drive a 2011 and it's beginning to look like a piece of crap! I was keyed down the driver's side so I have a nice scratch there as well.
All can and will be fixed, especially before I go on the road trip to Maine that I have planned in May. I reminded myself on the way home that things can always be worse.
Now, back to clothes shopping. My new job requires professional attire. I walked the whole damn mall, stopped at all the strip malls and managed to find the beginning of a good wardrobe. But I was exhausted by the time I finished. I looked like a wilted flower when I got home but a cold shower quickly revived me.
Life is good again:)