I tried writing adult romances, but it just didn't fit my voice.
Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.
Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow.
Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.
I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.
Love. Is it just a word that boys use to manipulate girls?