If you're my Facebook friend you see some of my lil' mini-romance stories. I have a huge collection of my writings. If you'd come over to my house, I'd pour some wine and read to you.

I have a lot of writer friends, many of them very famous, even you'd have heard of them, they say nice and encouraging things to me about my writing. Maybe I can be a Romance Writer? 

Here's a few lil' nuggets.

Hot tears rolled down her cheek. Her heart squeezed in anguish as she realized he wasn't there and would never be there again. The memory of his face haunted her. Blood throbbed as her body recalled his powerful touch. The mocking voice of failure inside her head was interrupted by her bedroom window blowing open, she turned and in the billowing curtains, silhouetted by the full moon, he stood. "I've come for you."

Shannon sat in the passenger seat of the idling Maverick. In the rear-view mirror she checked the effect of her eyeliner. Hank ran to the door. Tossed a brown paper bag of cash on her lap. Floored it. Looking down, she saw the wet outline of his sweaty palm on the crinkled bag. Looking at him she saw a stain of blood from a chest wound spreading across his white tee and she knew they weren't going to make it to the club.

Her thoughts fragmented as my hands and lips continued their hungry search. Warm air rippled across her skin. She felt passion rising in her like the hottest fire, clouding her brain as waves of heat coursed down the entire length of her body. She yielded to my power. She was mine. She will always be mine.

Her greenhouse it was humid and immediately we began to sweat. Nipples pushed through her tight top. She pulled me onto the soft bags of peat moss, tore my shirt, undid my pants, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties aside. Pumps kicked on, water sprayed plants and us, in ecstasy her nails clawed the bags of soil that turned to mud as I spread my seed on her.

Okay, there ya go.

Saw an interview with Helen Gurley Brown, who said when her man came she'd rub his baby sauce all over her face because there's no beauty cream in the world better for a woman's face and my friend Jessica said, "when she got really old, she did look wrinkly - is that because the only spunk she got to rub on her face then was from old men?"

But I think she's a hot old broad and I used to read her work when I was a kid. 

It will be tough for me as a writer, cause I suck at typing! I was just emailing a friend about how I want to "learn how to swim in a pool" but I typed, "I want to learn how to swim in poo." 

Awaiting a response on that there email.