Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.
Darynda JonesYou take everything onto your shoulders like that guy who holds up the world, and you shouldnโt. Youโre not nearly as muscular.
Darynda JonesShe still wasn't convinced. "So, if you were a guy, would you be into me?" "Hon, if I were a guy, I'd be gay." "Yeah, me, too.
Darynda JonesCookie dropped her purse and tried to catch it midair. In the process, she knocked over a vase. When she lunged for the vase, she slipped on the tile and overturned an entire table. A lovely handblown piece of glass flew in my direction, and all I could think as I caught it was, Really? Again? We were going to have to practice muscle control.
Darynda JonesI know what kind of man it takes to get involved with something as barbarous as human trafficking.โ โI get it, Swopes. Heโs not the kind of man you take home to meet your stepmom.โ I rethought that. โWait a minute. Maybe my stepmom would like to meet him. Do you think he ships to Istanbul?
Darynda Jones