Strawberry Shortcake called, she wants her outfit back

What do you think?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding. I eyed him. "Impressive, but too much." He leaned toward me, the blue eyes smoky with a promise I was shure he could fulfill. I tried not to think of the bedroom. "Too much?" "Yes. I like the menace. It's very masculine, but he looks like he would screw everything in sight and call me 'wench

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.

Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.