Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.
Karen Marie MoningI was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.
Karen Marie MoningI was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven.
Karen Marie Moning