Wish me luck, folks. A proposal package for The Mason Dixon Line has gone winging its way off to the publisher. While I wait to hear back and get some beta reads done on this bad boy, I’m starting something new, a one-night-stand-themed story. Here are the opening lines of this sexy story, set in a luxurious Sedona spa/resort:
“You have to do the shiatsu. I had one back home a month ago. Fantastic.”
Marisa Finley frowned under her rapidly drying carrot-ginger-tumeric facial scrub.
“What’s a shiatsu?” It sounded like an usual breed of dog.
I’m taking my shiatsu to the groomers this week to have it shampooed and blow-dried. And possibly be-ribboned.
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