He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
Karen Marie MoningHe was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.
Karen Marie MoningMy philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
Karen Marie Moning