A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.
There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make this better.
Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton.Read
the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A
There are no coincidences.
Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.