Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.

The phone rang, picked up, and the same male voice announced, “Chris Powers." "Hey there, Chris. Are you aware it's a felony to make threats over the phone?" To give Powers his fair due, he got over his shock within a split second. “Try it, asshole. I dare you. My lawyers will have you for lunch.” He clicked off again. I did what any red-blooded American male would do. I called my big, ex-cop ex-boyfriend.

Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.

I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.

Knowing and believing are two different things.