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Thursday Thirteen!

Posted by Leslie on December 19th, 2007 | 19 Comments

{Edition IX}

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Thirteen things I learned after having kids!

1. Glitter was quite possibly created by the Devil.
2. It is possible for a child to tumble down a flight of steps and not hurt a single part of their body.
3. A teenager can say I love you and I hate you within a minute of each other and mean both.
4. A child can live on pizza and potato chips for a week.
5. Backpacks last only two months before ripping apart.
6. Pokemon cards multiply when no one is looking.
7. Money talks at any age.
8. Any lunchboxes left at school for more than a month should NOT be opened when returned home.
9. Graham crackers can be dipped in water and still eaten.
10. Nickelodeon shows are genius or idiotic or both.
11. Extra cash may be demanded if the toothfairy forgets to show.
12. Sand can take days and days to come out of hair.
13. Ketchup is a vegetable if you want it to be badly enough.

My three “teachers”!
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If this is what it takes…

Posted by Leslie on December 19th, 2007 | No Comments

to get you to buy a story or two, then I’ll just have to do it! ;-) Following is an excerpt from The Lady’s Bargain. Please read, enjoy, then spend $3.50 and buy it! My royalty check for the last quarter was less than $4. Come on, I gotta feed my kids! LOL!

“Quite lovely. It is a waste that you’ve let no man near you.”

She straightened her spine. “I am not a virgin.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t think you were. But how long as it been?”

She sighed. “Eight years.”

“Ahh, yes, such a waste.” His breath blew across her hair, sent shivers down her back.

“When can I open my eyes?” She could see flickering of light from the fireplace but nothing else. It made her uneasy, it made her vulnerable.

“Not yet.”

Suddenly, his hands cupped her breasts. She gasped. He was behind her, pressing himself against her skin. His arousal, still encased behind his trousers, dug mercilessly into the base of her spine. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

William let go and she nearly stumbled.

“Keep your eyes closed, your hands to yourself. No touching me until I allow it.”

This was too much. She swung around, sharpening her gaze on him. “Enough. I’m not a toy for you to play with.”

“I do not consider you a toy.” His gray eyes narrowed. “But neither will I be used by you. As I said before, you either give yourself over to me or there is no need to continue.”

She crossed her arms. “You want me to beg.”

“I want you to trust. Shall we continue?”

Christine ground her teeth. She was aroused and desperate. Yet tentative. She’d not given up control in eight years. She’d not let another invade her soul. But it was just for one night. She could do this for one night. Couldn’t she?