No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.
Karen Marie MoningEven now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.
Karen Marie MoningObservations,โ he says. โFour imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.โ Theyโd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. โWow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
Karen Marie Moning