I know what it__ like to be different. I__ a Native American in a white world.

Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she__ built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig_no, doesn__ seem like it. He is kind to animals and children, he is a fireman, he looks like sex on a stick. What could be wrong with him? Maybe he snores. Oh, wouldn__ I like to find out?

Sharon looked at Aaron and smiled. She__ made the right decision, hadn__ she? Would she come to regret this decision too? She__ made so many mistakes in the past. Was this another one? No, self-doubt isn__ an option. Everything is going to work out here. It has to.

It's hard to have a serious conversation with you when you're wearin' lighted cocks on your

She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God__ gift to her, and she wouldn__ trade him for the world.

Snuggle up with a hot fireman! Meet Tanner West.Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs_ Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.