“Hot.” The last word, barely a whisper, lost itself in my hair as he pressed his lips to that spot just below… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“Then I got this image of my big toe, painted bright red, suddenly developing a face and a hot Southern temper to… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“Quick, think of a marvelous excuse he’ll totally swallow. Aha!“To practice. Unlike you guys, I haven’t tried my particular talent since Granny… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
