A little sneak peek from IN YOUR DREAMS. Dont forget, preorders (any format from any venue) support Fisher House Foundation! And so it was that two hours later, Emmaline stood in her bedroom, cutting the tags off a pale pink lace bra-and-thong set. They were very pretty. And small. She put the bra on first. A little scratchy, but not too bad. And then the thong. This couldn’t be…did women really…? She must be wearing it wrong, because good God in heaven! It was horrible! Was the little string supposed to… She took it off, went to her laptop and Googled “how to wear a thong.” No, she hadn’t put it on wrong. Okay, well, the thong was…horrible; there was no getting around that. But it did look nice. Better than the cotton panties with the orange and purple stripes (on sale, don’t judge) and the rip in the side, purchased in the year I Can’t Remember. She took a painful step toward the bathroom. Crikey! That hurt! How was she supposed to be able to walk, let alone sit? She practice sat, made it halfway down, then jolted up, causing Sarge to run over to her, jump and cover her front with dog hair. A half hour later, after she’d slapped several yards of tape over her front to remove German shepherd fur, Emmaline’s doorbell rang. She hobbled to the door, and there he stood, the blond, the blue-eyed, the beautiful Jack Holland.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 23:45:00 +0000
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