Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.
Karen Marie MoningLies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.
Karen Marie MoningBarrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldnโt be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photosโsee Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
Karen Marie MoningI realized early in my career that precisely what one reader doesn't like is what another reader loves. Collectively, any writer's audience presents a mishmash of expectations that can never all be met. What one-tenth of my readership may not be crazy about the other nine-tenths savors. The moment you start altering a book or a painting or any type of art as if it's a public collaborative, you crucify its soul. I'd rather irritate a few people and delight a lot than touch no one." ~ Karen Marie Moning
Karen Marie MoningI moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. โWas that an invitation, Ms.Lane?โ โIf it was?โ I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? โI donโt do hypotheticals. Little girl.
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