He leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table, his eyes boring into her. “Let me get this straight. You’ve been living under my bed. For two days.”
She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “Well, I wasn’t under the bed the whole time. Only when you were here.”
The word beautiful was probably used 200 times to describe how the hero sees the heroine. Dear author: Get a thesaurus.
Is $10 per book unreasonable? That’s equivalent to two Venti white mochas at Starbucks. A movie in the theatre costs almost as much. But these senior citizens probably aren’t going to movies. Or buying white mochas.
The corner of his mouth inched up. She’d be a handful…for the right man, which sure as hell wasn’t him. Not anymore.
What my mother didn’t know was how often I wished she’d done as he wanted. I wish I wasn’t even here. I try hard not to be. But she doesn’t appreciate my efforts.
Contains an actor whose kisses taste like chocolate, a pianist with scores of regret, and a sexy crooner who just wants his ex to cry him a river.
That’s as it relates to blogging, not necessarily anything else. I started blogging several years ago when I first set up my web site because a WordPress blogging platform came with the web site. I didn’t know what blogging actually was. I loved writing. I loved essay-ing. Mostly I wrote…
Once an author has annoyed me, I will never read another of her books even if she’s giving them away. If, however, I had loved this author’s freebie, I would have given it a positive review and possibly I would have purchased more of her books.
My blog is called Reading, Writing and Romancing so I thought I’d find out what readers are reading and why. I use to do a little review blog called Picky Reader to keep track of the books I read…but then I found Goodreads. However, I’ve decided to resurrect Picky Reader. Below is…
The following is excerpted from NOBODY’S FOOL, a romantic comedy published by Samhain Publishing. Release date 1/6/15. Comment on this blog and you are entered to win a Barbara Meyers book of your choice. www.barbarameyers.com *********************** She couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted more. Right now. Her knee slid…
