Over the last twelve hours I have texted my sister Erin all of the following photos.
When she says stuff like
"Never call me again!"
and
"I'm going to change my number, I swear I am!",
what I think she means is
"I need more Sugar, keep those pictures coming".
On a completely unrelated side note, I am back to reading my straight romance novels again.
Oh yes, I took a strange foray into male romance novels.
I'm sure this surprises no one as every other post is about my love of gay men.
I just didn't find them that satisfying.
No one was a duchess, hiding from an arranged marriage, pretending to a be a governess.
And no one was a spinster wall flower, who somehow makes a wicked earl fall in love with her.
And no one was getting secretly pregnant with a Greek billionaire's love child.
Everyone was a cowboy.
Or a cop.
Or sometimes both.
And once a demon.
Yes, a demon.
Surprisingly enough,
a (demon)cowboy dating a (red headed) cop isn't as romantic as one might assume.
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(Don't worry. Caleb ends up changing into a human at the end. Because Jake's love saved him.) |
Anyway, Sugar and I have to go to bed now.
Well, I have to go to bed, Sugar has to trounce around the bed and try and keep me awake.
Lori Ann