Monday, December 22, 2014

Let's talk series: Six Feet Under

OMG. I just finished watching the last episode of Six Feet Under!!! Thanks to the recommendation of one of my friends I started watching this series about two weeks ago. She said it is one of her favorite shows ever.  It will now be one of my favorite shows ever too. I literally sobbed for 40 minutes! I was not expecting that ending! But what genius it was! It was perfect! I was happy and sad at the same time! IT was the best ending I have seen to a series as of yet! Totally blew the True Blood series finale out of the water! If you havent seen this series yet, do yourself a favor and watch it asap. Yes, it is a tad bit morbid, but it is sooo awesome! Yes, there are some things I did not like in general about the show. Namely cheating and drug use but overall it was perfect. It shows so much about human nature and more so about appreciation. Such memorable characters and heart warming moments. The series finale was just perfection. Well played HBO!

Monday, November 24, 2014

Let's talk movies: The Hunger Games Mockingjay Part 1

Well, hell. If you haven't seen this movie yet I'm so sorry in advance for this post. I LOVEEEEE The Hunger Games, book, movie-all that jazz. I devoured all the books after watching the first movie. One of my best friends and I went to the theater for the Hunger Games Marathon and saw all the movies in a row. We dressed inspired by the movie. Some might say we are a weee bit nerdy. I just say we are enjoying the moment. The movie gets 5 stars from me and I do plan on going to see it again as soon as humanly possible. As soon as I got home I had to reread Mockingjay. In the beginning (of time) lol, when I read the books before I finished Mockingjay I was #TeamGale (like the rest of the world probably) but after reading the Mockingjay I'm totally #TeamPeeta. I could ramble on and on about this subject as it seems to be the only thing my brain can think about lately. Let's talk about Jennifer Lawrence and that song! Stuck in my head! Here are some pics of our time. Yes, I made custom Hunger Game nails. I couldn't help myself. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Bad blogger reporting for duty

Hi guys, I'm still here. I have just been in a reading funk. Does that ever happen to you? Any recommendations on what will get me out of it? I haven't read a book in almost a month! That is unheard of.  I was reading a book or two a day. Not a good thing to be in a book slump when you are a book blogger! In other news, Mockingjay comes out next week! For some of my beloved books turned into movies I like to be inspired by the characters. Wear something similar, inspired hair or makeup or something. I know, maybe I'm getting to old for that... NOT! LOL I'm planning to watch all the Hunger Game movies in a marathon the theater is doing. Last year Cover Girl had a big campaign with Hunger Game inspired make up looks. I had a ton of posts on that last year.  This year I plan to wear a Catniss rebellion inspired outfit. Dark colors, boots, braided hair, an attempt at flawless skin, a matte gray smokey eye and nude lip and crochet scarf. I'll share a picture when I put this together. Any of you guys going to see the movie with any Hunger Game inspired things going on? I plan to see this movie at least twice so let's see how creative I can get. :)

Monday, August 25, 2014

R.I.P. True Blood

**WARNING: If you have not seen the last episode of True Blood, don't like True Blood, or don't want to hear about the ending then this post is NOT for you. For all others, continue reading. **

It is over. No more of my favorite vampires, shifters, humans. I'm sad! I know it was time for it to be over. I mean how long can it go on? Watching Sookie have all the men in town was a bit frustrating. Although I have no "PROBLEM" with the ending they gave us, I feel a bit unsatisfied. Their ending was good. It showed the HEA. It taught us a lesson of love and letting go. But I DIDN'T WANT BILL TO DIE!!! I feel like I have been waiting for seasons for Bill and Sookie to get back together! Although they gave us some of that this season I needed more! In my mind Bill and Sookie belonged together! :( Sorry, rant over. Not really! LOL I'm not going to lie I did cry, cry, cry my little eyes out when Bill died. I knew it was coming but I kept hoping somehow it was a dream-SOMETHING! Not the true death. Oh, well. It was good while it lasted. I may need to rewatch-I'm not decided yet. 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

HER DOM by A.D. Justice


I loved this book so much I made this funny little video I like to call "Her Dom Cupcake Interlude"

My name is Dominic Powers. My software engineering company, DPS, is one of the top 500 companies in the world. Conducting a search for my Personal Assistant brought an unexpected candidate straight to me.

I knew she was different as soon as she walked into my high-rise office. She exuded innocence and inexperience. Those are two things in a woman that normally don’t attract me, but I am apparently making an exception for her. She’s young and delicate – and I’m afraid she won’t make it in my world.

But the carnal man I’ve kept hidden deep inside me says I have to try.

She is my Sophia Vasco.

I am Her Dom.
Her Dom

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Release Date: July 25, 2014

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I am happily married to a wonderful man and we celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary this year.

We have two sons in college and we are so proud of them both!

I work full time as a manager but write as a means to escape into another world. I have loved books for as long as I can remember. That was a trait passed on to me by my Daddy. I remember spending many hours in book stores growing up.

I hope you enjoy the stories and will go on these journeys with me!

Thanks for reading!

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Sessions Interrupted by Kristi Pelton! #1clickthatbadboy

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Title: Sessions Interrupted Author: Kristi Pelton Genre: Adult Romance/New Adult

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***This book is intended for 18+ due to language, sexual content and the down and dirty fun experienced during the read.***

Drinking problem— ✔ Anger problem— ✔ Relationship issues— ✔ Ladies man— ✔ Court order— ✔ I’m Kieran Scott…I don’t disagree that therapy would be beneficial for a guy like me. However, when I saw the beautiful, gray-eyed therapist I was supposed to spill my thoughts too in my first session…well, let’s just say her mouth should be used for one thing…and it wasn’t talkin’. Ms. Keep it Professional thought she had control of these sessions. She didn't know who she was dealing with. I would turn the tables faster than she could spell F-*-C-K-M-E! 2bd8c-addtogoodreads  


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Doc’s mouth closed and, already resembling that wet puppy, her eyes followed suit. Hurt washed over her features and if I could have punched myself I would have.

“I didn’t mean…” She left as quickly as she’d come, dashing back into the bar. “Dude,” I said to Todd. “I’m sorry. I called for you,” Todd explained. “She’s parked out front, K.” Wink nodded. “Go through the gate. That would be quicker.” So I did, setting off the security alarm, which bellowed out in the night. When I rounded the corner in the rain, she was digging in her very well-worn-out jeans. Water surged down the street, rushing over her feet and as she clicked the key fob unlocking her car, one of her flip-flops got caught in the flow of water. In my leather boots, I stepped off the curb and grabbed it. Her eyes found me standing ankle deep in the water. I waded toward her as water seeped into my boots. “Cinderella?” I asked, holding up the flip-flop. The rain streaked her face, or was it tears? “It’s a flip-flop, not a glass slipper. Life’s not a fairy tale, Mr. Scott.” “It sure could be. And we’re back to that Mr. Scott shit, eh? Even after I took you home the other night?” She snatched the flip-flop from me and slid it back on her foot. “Nothing happened that night. Nothing will ever happen. I’m not really a sex-behind-the-bar kind of gal,” she said, opening her car door. I slammed it shut before she could climb in. “Nothing happened back there by the way. Why did you come here?” “I’m your therapist, Mr. Scott. You didn’t show for your appointment and I was worried.” “Bullshit!” I shouted, batting the rain from my lashes. Her finger jabbed in front of my face as if I were two. “I could request a warrant for you this minute.” Her hair was sopping wet and her face looked like a raccoon. The hottest damn raccoon I’d ever seen. “Let’s do therapy right now,” I suggested. “Mr. Scott. That would be highly…” I shoved her up against the car and pressed my body to hers. I hovered over her by a foot, and a part of me wanted to intimidate her. “Enough of the Mr. Scott shit,” I said. Her mouth slightly parted as her eyes hooded. As disgusted as she was by me, I turned her on, I think. I wanted to turn her on. I wanted to taste those full lips. I wanted to know if her tongue was shy or aggressive. And I wanted to see her eyes roll back as I buried myself inside her. “Say my name,” I ordered. The lashes around her eyes were fanned out beautifully and the gray of her eyes flickered back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. “Say it!” I demanded through clenched teeth. “Kieran,” she whispered. I was harder now than when I was inches from Nikki’s mouth. “Say it again.” “Kieran…” This time it sounded more like a cry and I wanted to kiss her just like she’d told me she liked. Drunk or not, I remembered. Little, slow pecks. Just a bit of tongue. I wouldn’t screw it up. Her chin quivered as the rain pelted down. I’d actually forgotten it was raining until I saw it streaming down her perfect face. It was then that I realized she didn’t have on a bra and her nipples poked through the gray shirt beautifully. Damn. My tongue darted out, running the length of my lips with simply the thought of wrapping them around those perfect pebbles. “Would you have sought out another client if they didn’t show?” I asked. “What?” “If one of your other clients didn’t show, would you track them down?” “I don’t know,” she said squeezing her eyes shut. “Yes you do. Tell me.” Her eyes opened as her teeth pressed softly into her bottom lip. “No. I wouldn’t track them down.” This brought me pure satisfaction. “I’ll be there Wednesday.” She nodded. “What time?” I asked. “Four?” I nodded. “See me before then. Please.” “I can’t Kieran…” “Fine. Wednesday at four.” And I swear to God, I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her to stay with me…go home with me. Todd and Wink were right: I was screwed.   Sessions Interrupted Teaser 2


I work part-time as a probation officer for juveniles. But I spend the majority of my time with two of the most freakishly awesome boys ever...MY two sons!

I am a huge Kansas Jayhawk fan, Oregon Duck fan and Chicago Cubs fan! I'm deliciously addicted to music...Love all kinds! Dr. Pepper is a close second in my addictions.

Life is taken way too seriously by most...I say enjoy every moment, have a drink and READ!

She has written Just One of The Guys Series, Pure Will, and Sessions Interrupted



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Monday, June 23, 2014

Book Review: Translucent by Erin Noelle


Sometimes you reach a point where you just can’t take any more – a breaking point some call it. The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a magazine firing through the barrel of a fully-automatic AK-47. Literally. I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I his slave. Now, I’m a murderer in hiding. My name was Bryleigh Carter Oliveira and that was my story.

Translucent is one woman's story of breaking free, starting over, and learning to trust again through willful submission.

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Where do I start with Translucent? I was EXTREMELY lucky to have read this while it was in process. You know what that means? No, not that I automatically love it and give it a gazillion stars-although that is the truth. What it means is that I have had a severe book hangover from Madden for weeks-and could not share my misery with you guys. I literally have not been able to read another book since this! I have a few that I read for reviews but I mean just picking up (ehhh, I should say opening the cloud) a book to read just for fun-yeah, that hasn't happened. As a matter of fact, I am rereading this one. It is that serious my friends. 

Ok, I should tell you something about the story. I won't give anything away and since a synopsis and excerpt are included in this post you will see what I mean. Blake has had a rough past. She is starting over in a new state, new job, new everything. She meets Madden and BOOM! She never saw him coming and little did she know he is everything she never knew she needed. Can I have Madden please? Nope, he belongs to Toski! lol (See book dedication)
5 stars!

Check out the trailer below! I made it! Huge thanks to Erin Noelle for trusting me to do her work justice. And for allowing me to stalk her at the wee hours of the night when freaking out over her work. I. Love. That. Woman. 

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Meet Bryleigh Carter…

Picking me up off the bed, Ish threw me over his shoulder and marched out of the hotel room, into the pitch-black night. Scared speechless, I didn’t make a peep as he strode into the small motel office and dropped me on the floor. The male front desk attendant that had rented me the room had eyes as big as saucers, obviously fearful of Ish and the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Did you give her a room to stay in?” he demanded.

The older man nodded, taking a small step backwards.

“Don’t you fucking move, Gramps, and answer me when I ask you a goddamn question.”

“Y-yes, I gave her a room,” he admitted in a cracked voice.

“Did she pay you with money, or did she fuck you for it?”

“She paid me with money, sir. I don’t run that kind of business.” The man looked down at me huddled in a corner on the floor, and then back up at Ish. “She never even offered that kind of thing.”

Ish stomped around to the back of the counter and held his hand out, palm up. “She wants a refund. She’s not staying here tonight.”

Trembling, the man opened the cash register and pulled out some cash, setting it in Ish’s hand. As he did, Ish grabbed hold of his wrist and twisted it behind his back.

“Please…please don’t hurt me,” the man begged. “I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong.”

“No, you probably didn’t, but she did,” Ish spat, his fiery eyes darting over to me. “Princesa, did you know you were doing something wrong?” 

The growing sob that had built in the back of my throat escaped as I nodded and said, “Yes, I did.”

“Well, someone needs to be punished for your bad behavior to remind you not to do something like this again.”

“Punish me, Ish,” I cried. “That poor man has nothing to do with this. Please, let him go.”

He glanced over at the man he held in a tight hold, and then back at me before releasing an evil laugh that echoed loudly throughout the small room. “Sorry, Princesa, but I need you to be pretty for our upcoming wedding.” Then, without warning, he pulled a long-bladed knife from the leg of his pants and chopped the man’s hand clear off in one swing. I’m not sure who screamed louder, me or the man, but within seconds, it was only my high-pitched voice shrieking, because Ish took the knife and slit the man’s throat, killing him instantaneously. Dropping the bloody body, he stalked towards me, bent down to my level, and clamped his hand on top of my mouth.

“Quiet now, Bryleigh, before you alert anyone else and I do the same thing to them. You don’t want to be the reason anyone else dies tonight, do you?” he whispered in my ear.

Immediately, I stop screaming, knowing damn well he would do exactly what he promised. “Now, that’s my good Princesa,” he said, stroking my hair. “We should get out of here. I’m going to carry you to the car, and I expect you to be well-behaved.”

Lifting me from the dirty tile floor, he carried me like a baby out to his car and placed me on the passenger seat. Petrified of what was going to happen next, I sat as still as a statue as he got into the car and drove north, back towards Chicago. He said nothing the entire drive home, but once we were both inside the apartment, he threw me on the bed and stripped me naked. Turning me over so that I was face-down on the mattress, he yanked forcefully on my hips, raising them in the air. He held tightly onto my hipbones as he viciously thrust himself into my virgin ass—no warning…no lube…nothing. I shouted out at the intense pain, and tears immediately began to stream down my face, but he didn’t stop thrusting until he was buried completely inside of me. 

Leaning over, with his chest pressed to my back, he said in low, spine-chilling voice, “Anytime you fuck up, Princesa, someone will pay the price, and I will make you watch as I administer the punishment. You need to see the consequences of your actions, so don’t fuck up again if you don’t want any more blood on your conscience.”

He then fiercely fucked me until he came deep inside my asshole. He pulled out, not saying another word, then showered and left. I cried until I couldn’t see, and passed out with exhaustion. 

That was the only time I ever tried to run away, but sadly, not the only bloodstains on my hands. It was only the beginning.




Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

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Friday, June 13, 2014

Book Review: For Nicky by A.D. Ellis

This book was recommended to me by an author I love and respect, A.D. Justice. So, naturally I was really excited to read this book. I was hooked right away. I felt like I was having a conversation with the characters as I was reading. Like they were telling me their story over coffee. Let's talk about Nate. His muse is Jessie Pavleka. How can you go wrong with that!!!! He has some extremely endearing qualities. His love, devotion and protection over his brother and over what is unjust is admirable. His tactics however, not so much.  Elizabeth! Oh, Elizabeth! My heart broke for this poor girl. I was SOOOOO mad at Audrey. I swear, Elizabeth is a saint. She handles her sister so well. I really just wanted to punch her at times-well, most of the time. And I am not a violent person at all!

#1clickthatbadboy  5 Stars! *****

Ok, favorite quotes shall we?

  • This is a love story through and through. 
  • To hear Nick tell it, Miss Elizabeth walks on water.
  • "Libby, you'd be sexy in a brown paper sack. I'm going to take that image to bed with me."
  • "...what you'd think about taking this to the next level and calling this an official relationship? Like, you'd be my girlfriend? Don't answer right now. Just think about it. Or you can answer now. Unless it's no, then don't answer. Wow, this relationship stuff sucks." (HILARIOUS!)

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Blog Tour: Pretty Instinct by S.E. Hall

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What to say about Pretty Instinct? Really, my unedited thoughts are simple: This book needs to be the man manual. What I mean is each man in the entire world should read this book so he can learn how to be a better partner. It does not matter if the partner is a man or a woman. Actually, scratch that. Instead of being the man manual, it should be the relationship manual. Quite simply, Cannon Blackwell is a dream come true. We can all learn a thing or two from him. I love this book-and not just because my name may or may not be mentioned in these beautiful pages. In the real world as Lizzy says so eloquently: "Love is not patient, love is not always kind, Love does envy and boast." Even though she is saying what love isn't she is saying exactly what it is. Be warned: THIS IS AN UGLY CRY! I mean Nicholas Sparks ugly. Such a beautiful story! I would not change a dang thing! Love my shorty mama a.k.a. S.E. Hall!

In case you hadn't noticed, I'm giving this book 5 Stars! 


“If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”

There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel…. 

But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.


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S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!


“I can’t let a stranger on the bus with Bubs. What if he’s a mass murderer?” What if he’s not as pretty on the inside as he is on the outside?

“Ah, Mama Bear, run him through all the tests. You’re careful. And he might say we’re crazy and tell us to fuck off. Let’s ask before we worry about it.”

Biding my time, I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back, confirming Conner’s still tossing the Frisbee happily, Rhett watching him. “You asking or am I?” I sigh, hopefully masking the foreign tingle of anticipation working its way up my battered spine.

“He’s hetero, I can tell from here. I say we send in,” he flicks a finger back and forth between my boobs, “the big guns.”

“Don’t lick your lips!” I shove him, mouth agape. “You’re like my brother. That’s illegal in at least forty states, and gross.”

“You didn’t think it was gross when—”

“Enough.” I slap my hand over his mouth hastily. “I’ll go, but you stay right here and watch, closely. He makes a move for a weapon, dial 911 as you run to rescue me.”

“On it.” He grins at me, full of victory, a hint of his earlier teasing still lingering in his expression.

Girding my loins, I think, do women have loins and can they be girded or is that only a guy thing? Summoning my courage, I move with slow, hesitant steps in the miraculous unknown’s direction, reminding myself with each one that it’s for the boys, the band, the overall goal of staying the hell out of Sutton. And it is, but I’m kidding myself if I don’t admit I wouldn’t be this anxious if I was walking up to an ugly man. Or even a kinda good-looking man. Shallow much, Liz? Nah, I have no control over biological response.

Almost there now, his head lifts and turns at my approach, connecting eyes as sable brown as thick molasses to my own. He was tummy-turning enough far away. Up close, he’s better than photoshopped, a clear-cut case for Guinness Genetics. His lips are full, much plumper than my own, and he has a strong nose and jawline, both very masculine, the latter covered in a dark scruff. His hair is the same rich chestnut as his eyes, not too short, but definitely not too long. “Just fucked” hair (isn’t that what they call it?) be damned. He’s got “just fucked her and she had to hold on” locks, unruly in the most intricate fashion. The black boots at the end of long, thick legs are scuffed, faded jeans worn, well, and the long sleeved black thermal he’s wearing? Oh, he wears it, or rather, every muscle in his torso holds it up flawlessly.

Bottom line—he’s easy to look at.

“Are you a deranged serial killer and/or rapist?”

I like to open subtly.

“No, are you?” His timbre is deep and gravely, sending my vagina subliminal messages. Something along the lines of “yup, you want it.” With a voice like that, I’m praying he isn’t a chain smoker. To fuzz this perfect picture with the stench of an ever-present cloud of smoke would be one helluva slap in the face of the Almighty creator.

“No,” I answer too defensively, this instant, highly unusual attraction frying my staple “too cool to care” attitude that, up until right now, I’d like to think I pull off fabulously. “You any good?” I lean and point to the instrument on his back, brows bowed in questioning antagonism.

“Define good,” he deadpans, head down as he pulls the guitar off his back and puts it back in its case.


“Not left-handed.” He shrugs as he straightens back up and captures my gaze.


He laughs, treating me to one seriously enlightening sound, accompanied by the sexiest blindingly white smile. “Then no, not even close to good.”

Damn, I should’ve gone with a mediocre guitarist! Now I’ve backed myself into a corner, Stranger Danger not giving me anything in the form of segue. Struggling, I shove my hands in my back pockets and rock nervously back and forth on my heels, forced to come up with another revealing yet seemingly aloof question.

“Why do you ask?” he rescues me.

“Our band.” I toss my head back toward the bus. “We need a bassist. And since you’re hitchhiking, I thought maybe—”

He drops down from his perch on the top edge of the bench and stands, well over six feet of sinister sex appeal stretching out before my eager eyes. “Do you know what a hitchhiker is?”

“What?” I shake my head to clear it and take a step back. “Yes, of course.”

“You sure about that?” He eats up the steps I’d retreated, placing his body close enough to mine that I can literally feel the battle of push and pull between us. “‘Cause where I come from, hitchhikers stand at the road, where you can see them. It increases their chances of actually landing a ride.” His left eyebrow curves up at one end and that same eye, I swear it, twinkles at me. “Seeing as how I’m sitting at the back of a desolate rest stop, I’m either the worst hitchhiker in history,” another step closer, “or you’re labeling me with the wrong tag.”

I check my phone for the tenth time. It’s almost 2 am, surely they’re asleep and I can sneak to my own bed. Sleeping with Conner isn’t as fun as you might think, unless you think being caged with a wild animal sounds like a party.

As quietly as possible, I slink out of the bed and through his door, pulling it closed; halfway there. Sending up a silent prayer I don’t meet any open, awake eyes, I turn, relieved at the lack of spectators, and scurry to my bed. After sharing my song tonight, I need some time to pass before I look them in the eyes—those lyrics, the tremor in my voice as I sang—I’m not ready for questions or commentary.


Of course I didn’t pull off the covert bed switch undetected. This bus—40 x 8 feet—might as well be a shoebox. I draw back the curtain, squinting my eyes against the dimness.

“Hey,” Cannon greets me with a whisper and grin from his bed, curtain also pulled open.

Giving him back the smile I can’t contain, I finger wave. Has he been waiting up for me? Was I secretly hoping he’d still be awake? Do I want to know either answer or what it says about me? What planet am I living on that this is now an issue?

“Here.” He scoots to the edge of his bunk and hands across…an earbud? Eyeing him curiously, I turn on my side, facing his way, and put it in my ear. “Shhh.” He puts a finger over his lips then winks and slips the other bud in his own ear, only breaking eye contact for a split second to tap the phone screen, then reconnecting in the muted light.

“Hello, Lizzie,” his voice sounds in my ear and as my eyes pop in surprise. He once again does the “shhh” thing, nodding to me to just listen. “I thought about playing you ‘You Are So Beautiful,’ but surely you already know that. This, you may not.”

There’s a brief pause, then music starts… It’s “Have a Little Faith in Me.”

I know I whimper aloud, but I force my eyes to stay on his no matter how badly I want to hide them and the building tears. Through the entire song, I stare and he stares back, mouthing the words every once in a while. With the closing notes, his voice returns.

“Not too corny, I hope. Just…think about it. Sweet dreams, Lizzie.”

Apparently picking up on the fact I’ve been rendered incapable of functioning, he reaches over and gently removes the earbud, taps the end of my nose with his fingertip, then closes my curtain for me.

I’ll have the corny with a side of corny please.

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