As I sit here and think about Gage, Austin, Noah, Ethan and soon Kellen, I realize that with each new book I write (or read—Reap, Rush, Sawyer, Armand)…I become a bit of a literary whore. At least it’s better than a real one, I guess?
::sigh::
However, since I’m not currently interested in rehabbing my addiction, drop some titles. I have a reading break coming up and this single life seems to be in full swing.
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