“I can’t. With her here, I’ve gotten behind with my readings, and since we have Saturday plans, I need to work.”
If she raised her head a little, their lips would only be inches apart. Heat settled between her legs. Smoke should billow from beneath her skirt. Or at least melt the chocolate in the cookies.
He put his fingers under her chin and tilted it up. She closed her eyes to protect herself from those deep blues. When nothing happened, she eased one lid open. He stared down at her, his expression dark and molten. Things clenched. Tightened. Tingled. Curled. So many emotions at once, her knees gave way.
She lives on a small lake in Northeast Texas where she writes, bakes, and fights her addiction to Diet Dr. Peppers.
Ten things you won’t know about Ann by reading her bio:
She’s been married to the same man since dirt, but introduces him as her “current” husband.
She loves shopping at thrift stores, because nobody loves a bargain more than she does.
She doesn’t remember her first kiss. Maybe hypnosis would help.
She hates talking on the telephone…so don’t call.
A really sharp pencil makes her happy…part of her OCD.
She secretly wants to get a tattoo. Shh…don’t tell anyone.
A charter member of National Honor Society in high school remains one of her proudest moments….she still can’t figure out how that happened.
She’s thankful wrinkles aren’t painful.
She sucks at math.