Sometimes, I see book covers and stock images so bada$$, they MAKE me want to write books about them. Exhibit A:

I formed my lips into a wicked grin. “Careful, Jay. You have the slut of the year sitting on your lap. You may want to tone down the flirting.” “Is that what I was doing?” I refused to answer the question. It would just put me out on the edge, displaying all of my feelings... Continue Reading →