Will Harris
Will Harris
William Taylor Harrisis an American professional baseball pitcher for the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball. He previously played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Colorado Rockies...
beautiful oklahoma eric
Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.
hands should-have adequate
Well, that's certainly... adequate," I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. "Adequate?" He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. "This is adequate?" "Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty?" "A gracious plenty. I like that," he said.
art kissing masters
It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.
mother taught appreciated
JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.
glasses eric cleaning
Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.
frost looks pumpkin
He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.
mother teacher children
I'll show up at every classroom open house and teacher conference,' she said, now in a voice that was almost frightening in its intensity. 'I'll bake brownies. My child will have new clothes. Her shoes will fit. She'll get her shots, and she'll get her braces. We'll start a college fund next week. I'll tell her I love her every damn day.' If that wasn't a great plan for being a good mother, I couldn't imagine what a better one could be
blood library
I've got libraries in my blood.
dog eye feet
Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.
struggle men hands
I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.
dog cat night
I met Elvis in your woods one night,” Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. “I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.
new-year years firsts
My first word for the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.
writing romance kind
I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.
romance literature should
Life should imitate romance literature far more often.