I'd Always Loved To Read - And

There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

Certainly The Plagiarism, And Dealing With The Fallout Of It, Was The Most Difficult Thing I've Ever Faced Since I Started Writing.

Potholes And Bumps? Welcome To The World. Every Road Gas Them. They're There To Be Navigated, Avoided, Driven Over, Or Through To The Other Side. Don't Keep Driving Into The Pothole.

Roarke "i'll Drop You." Eve "no, Better I Catch A Cab Or Take The Underground. This Guy Sees Me Show Up In A Hot Car With A Fancy Piece Behind The Wheel, He's Not Going To Like Me." Roarke "you Know How I Love Being Referred. To As Your Fancy Piece." Eve "sometimes You're My Love Muffin.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.