When opposites attract, they are screwed three ways from Sunday.
Frannie learned the hard way that a McHottie doesn’t always equal marriage material. She’s happy with her vanilla life. She has friends, a career and a double-D-powered vibrator. Then Fate shoves her, literally, into Prince Charming’s lap. His declaration of love at first sight is cute—and spikes her bullcrap meter into the red zone.
She’s more than willing to give in with her body. But she’s barricaded her heart behind castle walls—and permanently welded the gates shut.
Tragedy taught Jinx that time is too precious to waste, so when a series of uncanny coincidences thrusts Frannie into his life, he holds on tight. He knows she thinks he’s several fries short of a Happy Meal, but he’s determined to breach the fortress around her heart and give her a Happily Ever After.
Even if he has to carry her fanny-first into his kingdom.
Warning: Includes jelly shoes, a narcoleptic cat, and meatloaf. The steamy sex scenes may lead to fogged windows and wet panties, so proceed at your own risk. Do not attempt to read without the following items: tissues, napkins for spewed beverages, and a booty call on speed dial.
I hear voices. But more than that, I see faces and stories that unfold in my mind in full vivid color and sound. I thought it was just my burden (yes, burden) until I put pencil to paper. (Yes, pencil and paper. This was a bazillion years ago before computers came into my world.)
I have poor vision and have worn glasses since age three. This somewhat limited my ability to take part in sports or whatever outside. I have limited depth perception, which means I walked into my share of walls. The sun was too bright and would zero in through my lenses, blinding me. Plus, I didn't like getting sweaty. So I would read. And did I read!
I consumed books like chocolate, never getting enough. I would spend babysitting dollars at yard sales and walk away with WAGON LOADS of books. I didn't care what they were; they were food for the soul. Sci-fi, mystery, police drama, romance, you name it, if it had a cover, I read it. Getting to the library in my rural town was hard during the summer but those five and ten cent books kept me fed. I read books I would cringe to let my pre-teen read now.
A friend in elementary school wrote a story and I liked it. I realized then she, like me, had a world in her head no one else knew about. So I wrote a tale. And another. And another And have never stopped. My stories grew as I did from young adult (before there was a specific genre called that) to romance.
Why romance? It was the theme that ties everything I read together. Star Trek to Murder in a Small Town to Scruples, everywhere I looked was love. So that is where I found my home; in love, in romance and all the flavors it had to offer.
