For the past few years, I've been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes the plans, picks you up in a car that's not his dad's or his other girlfriend's, and takes you somewhere that shows he put thought into what you might like, not what he might get off on like the latest how-many-naked-boobs-can-we-cram-into-this-movie-to-disguise-the-complete-lack-of-plot movie. I'm looking for the kind of date that starts with good conversation , has a sweet and satisfying middle, and ends with long, slow kisses and the dreamy feeling that you're walking on clouds.
Karen Marie MoningI kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
Karen Marie MoningGwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.
Karen Marie MoningHome, Ms. Lane?โ His deep voice was gently amused. โI have to call it something,โ I said morosely. โThey say home is where the heart is. I think mineโs satin-lined and six feet under.
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 Moning