He Lifted His Gaze To The Framed

I Have No Personal Knowledge Of, Or Experience With, Paramilitary Hate Groups, Or Heart Transplantation, Or Escapees From Maximum Security Prisons, Or What It's Like To Be Profoundly Deaf. But I've Written About All These Topics, And The Books Became Bestsellers. I Figure That If Something Interests Me, There's A Reasonably Good Chance That It's Going To Interest The Reader, Too. As I Approach My Keyboard Each Day, I Remind Myself To Have A Good Time - As Good A Time As One Can Have Doing The Hardest Work There Is.

What Do You Want? What Are You Willing To Give Up To Get It? Writing Requires You Make Sacrifices. Be Prepared To Work Hard To Be A Writer.

People Don't Care How Smart Woman Is As Long As She's Charming And Gay And Pretty.

And Then He Pressed Into Her. First His Thighs, Then His Middle, His Chest, And Finally His Mouth. She Made A Whimpering Sound, But Its Definition Was Unclear Even To Her, Until She Realized That Her Arms Had Gone Around Him Instinctually, And That She Was Clutching His Back, His Shoulders, Her Hands Restless And Greedy For The Feel Of Him. He Kissed Her Openmouthed, Using His Tongue, And When She Kissed Back, She Felt The Hum That Vibrated Deep Inside His Chest. It Was The Kind Of Hungry Sound She Hadn’t Heard In A Long Time. Masculine And Carnal, It Thrilled And Aroused Her.

It Takes Far Less Courage To Cling To The Past Than It Does To Face The Future".