Mr. Smart Guy

A female friend once asked me if I ever brought ‘props’ into the bedroom. Props? I said, confused. Yeah, she said. Ties, handcuffs, that sort of thing.  To answer your question out loud in a restaurant (since evidently you think it’s okay to talk about this kind of thing out loud in a restaurant), no, never. How very unromantic.  I …

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The first story I ever sold was about a woman whose nineteen-year-old husband, Matthew, died on their wedding night before they’d consummated the marriage. Twenty-one years later she is still mourning for him, unable to move past the fact that she’d never made love to the love of her life. Then one day she meets …

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