I'm Going To Marry You. I Thought

I Came To Write After Several Mini Careers. I Did Live Theatre, Managed A Cosmetics Store And Was A Local Television Personality.

I Made Straight A's And Never Got Into Any Trouble, And I Still Impose Those Standards On Myself. So Writing Is My Chance To Escape And Become The Sleaziest, Scummiest Role.

I Try To Weave A Secret Into Each Plot. It's The Thread That Holds The Rest Of The Story Fabric Together. In Fact, It's The Reason For The Story. I Hint At The Secret Early On. Immediately I Want The Reader To Get The Feeling That Something Here Isn't Quite Right. It Helps Maintain The Suspense If A Puzzling Element Is Introduced In The First Few Pages Of The Book, But The Answer Isn't Revealed Until The Final Ones. Hopefully, Readers Want To Know What The Heck Is Really Going On, And It's The Desire To Find Out That Keeps Them Turning Pages.

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.

Life Was Precious. Life Was Fragile. Here One Moment, Gone The Next. Every Second Should Be Milked For All It's Worth Because You Never Know When The Bottom Was Going To Drop Out.