enna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.
When people notice that I have two tattoos on my arms I generally get the same type of question. “Were you a biker chick in your younger days?” Sometimes I’m tempted to say yes, but then I’d have to craft a tale about my exploits and it’s easier to remember things when I just tell the truth. Yes, I have two tattoos. No, I wasn’t a biker chick.
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