Author: christina

Whew.  Is this thing on? It's looking mighty dusty around here in terms of real blog posts, the type of stuff I used to bore entertain you with multiple times a week!  Those were the good old days...

He nodded. “To be way more candid than I probably should, I had you up on a pedestal before I asked you out. Real-life Nadia is way better than the one on the pedestal.”Damn. I wonder if Brandon could hear the sound of most of the locks keeping my panties on my butt falling to the floor, useless. It was on the tip of my tongue to say “thank you, goodnight” and flee inside of my apartment while I still had some defenses when his fingers cupped my chin, lifting my face so I could look him in the eyes. “Would...

  Available for purchase, or for free with Amazon Unlimited!  After a rejection from a long-time crush throws him off his game, Brandon Jensen decides that maybe it's time to start a new one, with the beautiful Nadia Clark on his team. She's just right for what he has in mind. Quiet and laid back, while still being undeniably energetic and appealing. But there's a reason behind Nadia's reserved nature. She's starting over, and while something casual with Brandon seems like a nice distraction...

Hey all! Please welcome the talented Jamie Wesley to the blog, with some info about her new book,TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD! I haven't had a chance to finish it yet because I've been super busy, but from what I've read so far, I Anyway, onto the book: Two radio show hosts. One show. Who will come out on top? In a moment of restlessness, Tate Grayson sold his multimillion-dollar company and spun his love of sports into a radio talk show. Life, and love, is too short to take seriously—a fact he enjoys rubbing in uptight radio host Noelle Butler’s face. After the death...

So, it took long enough, right?  But here they are! Two things: Most of these images are pulled from video we took. Technical difficulties. If you're my friend on Facebook, you've already seen these. Here's my vlog about a few things that happened on the way to Miami: And now, pictures! (In no particular order) [gallery link="file" columns="2" ids="3464,3445,3447,3446,3448,3450,3444,3449,3452,3451,3453,3442,3443,3454,3455,3456,3457,3458,3459,3460,3461,3462,3463,3465,3466,3467,3468,3469,3470,3471,3472,3473,3474,3475,3476,3477,3478,3479,3480,3481,3482,3483,3484,3485,3486,3487,3488,3489,3490,3491,3492,3493,3494,3495,3496,3497,3498,3499,3500" orderby="rand"]...

(Fall 2014) We waited a few more excruciating minutes for our server to return Jackson’s credit card, and I gathered up my purse, clutching it my shaking hands as he signed and left a tip on the receipt. This had been such a wonderful night.  Gorgeous restaurant, great food, and great company— Jackson was always great company. Well, that was usually the case, but then he had go and ruin it by asking me something he had no business asking me. He had a lot of damned nerve. I nearly choked on my own tongue in disbelief when he dropped the slip...

“If you stare at her any harder, she’s gonna call the cops on you. Contrary to popular belief, most women don’t like being stared at by strange men.” My friend — and former almost-victim— Tori lowered the dessert menu, peering at me over the top with a raised eyebrow.  It hid most of her face, but I could tell that behind it, she was laughing at me.  I could see that shit in her eyes, and I wasn’t amused. “I’m not staring, so you can wipe that little smirk off your face.” “Smirk?” she said innocently, snapping the leather-bound menu closed. “Me...