That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

I really like writing heroes who arent necessarily Hollywood handsome. Personally, I think men who are self-confident, intelligent, and funny are outrageously attractive - and my heroines tend to think that, too!

-When I was growing up, Lieutenant Uhura was a major role model for me, a strong black woman on the bridge of a starship… -In a miniskirt, answering the interplanetary telephone?

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

Life. Unfair and painful at times. But always moving forward, always shifting,changing, with times relentless passage smoothing down jagged parts until it no longer hurts quite so much to breathe.

This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.