For Saturday Snark at Marie Sexton’s: From Puppy, Car, and Snow
Oh God. Ryan wasn’t wearing any sleep shorts or any underwear…. Oh God.
He totally meant business, and Scott’s hard on went from limp biscuit to porn
star in one brush of his fingers on Ryan’s bare hip.
cringed. The only really bad thing about that lie was a boyfriend who might
hold back on sex because of it.
Scott giggled a little and
fumbled for the waistband of his sleep shorts. “Because if she’s in her cave,
my headache just got cured,” he said truthfully.
And then there’s this! Talker’s Graduation is up for book of the week over at Whipped Cream Reviews this week. If you’ve got a half a second, go on over and vote for me! (Pretty please?)
And other than that? Well, two Thanksgivings down, and one to go! I’ll get back to you on Monday with deets about tomorrow’s–it’s the big one at my parents house, so that should be interesting! So, big Thanksgiving wrap up on Monday, but for today? I finished Gambling Men, am in editing for Chase in Shadow, and am going to ditch out on this glamorous life in front of my computer and go watch Up with my family! Ciau!