He’d left her house just in time, recognizing how close he’d been to allowing his passions to take control. She’d… Read more No Redheads Allowed
Category: Writing
The tree fort
He tugged her hand. She followed. He said nothing as he led her out of the pasture, keeping to the… Read more The tree fort
Don’t marry him, Annie.
“Those were his dreams, Annie. Not yours. Why can’t you see that? You persist in being so damn obstinate that… Read more Don’t marry him, Annie.
A load of malarkey
He thought she was crying. Polly lifted her head from the table, took one look at his befuddled expression, and… Read more A load of malarkey
An amusing misapprehension
Jessica sat down at the table. “How old is he?” she asked Anna, indicating the baby. “Eight weeks.” “He’s adorable.”… Read more An amusing misapprehension
Margaret Desmond 