I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within.

Don't take life too seriously. After all none of us are getting out alive anyway.

Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?

I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within.

When I'm writing, the romance is always the most important thing to me, but I really love adding in slices of real life, and for me that real life always includes animals.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.