hands in the air, and vow a life of celibacy—until the next chiseled chest
comes into view and then they’re foaming at the mouth and wiping the drool from
their chins. But this was different, I really meant it.
his sausage near me. After one of the nastiest divorces in history, followed by
some of the crudest and raunchiest dates, I’d decided to bat for the other
Neither had Collier West. And I wasn’t prepared for finding true love at the
end of my gal-pal tryst.
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Stephie Walls is a literary whore – she loves words in all forms and will read anything put in front of her. She has an affinity for British Literature and Romance novels and an overall love of writing. She currently has six novels out, four short stories, and two collections; all provocatively written to elicit your imagination and spice up your world.