I am a simple girl that loves life. I enjoy writing stories, that is my passion. I am 25, single, have 2 sisters and a baby goat. People say I am funny, lovable, silly, clutzy[really I am], always opptimistic, nice, extremely shy and pretty. I love to sing at my church and everywhere I go. I also like to dance in the rain and snowy days. I began writing when I was 14 as a hobby, but made it a career choice recently. I am not a social butterfly, but I like to meet new people and make friends with whoever I meet. No head games, please....I am honest and I hope you will be also....Oh, yes, I nearly forgot...No Booty Calls...I'm not that kind of girl


Exerpt of For Daniel

Jason entered the large, quiet house and stumbled blindly in the dark. It had been two weeks now since Rhiannon moved in and made herself scarce. He turned on the livingroom light and swore softly when he saw a still form on the couch. Standing stock still, he saw a head poking up and asked, " Do you know what time it is? Why aren't you in bed?"
" I couldn't sleep," was her answer.
" Something is bothering you. Tell me what it is." He stepped closer, then froze where he stood, seeing eyes wide in panic.
She liftd her slight form from the couch and stammered, " I-I am just a little nervous about being in Diana's house. I mean your house too. And Daniel coming home in less than three weeks is alot to take in. Do you think he'll like me?" Rhia tilted her head to one side and looked at him with searching eyes, pleading for reassurance.
He laughed for the first time since the accident. " You are worried that my son will like you? Come now, he is a four month old baby. At that age, a baby will love anyone who pays attention to them." He sank down in a cushioned chair in a corner and looked up at her for achange. He wondered if her hair was as silky as he imagined or if her skin was as soft. He clenched his fingers in a fist to prevent himself from ceasing his wondering mind. How could he want Diana's best friend this soon or even at all? It made his stomach churn with guilt.
" Mr. Cartwright?" Rhia whispered, touching his tense arm.
Jason jolted at her touch and growled, " You cringe when I touch you. Rhiannon, leave me alone!"
She stumbled backward at the unexpected change in his behavior and growun out, " She was right. You are a bastard."
" Who?" he demanded.
Instead of answering his question, the girl folded her arms about herself and said caustically, " I am only here for Daniel, not for you to chase ghosts from the past." She past his stiff form toward the door.
" Was it Diana? Was she the one who called me a bastard?" He turned to look at her with unreadable eyes, shoving his hands in his pants pockets.
Rhia released an exasperated sigh and breathed, " Mr. Cartwright, it was wrong of me to say that, to say anything. I am really tired now so if you would excuse-"
" Just answer the question."
With some difficulty to keep her eyes on him, Rhia noticed how weary he looked and said, " I don't want to fight with you and I have a feeling you don't want to either.So,lets learn to like each other or pretend that we do when Daniel comes home." She relaxed when his face softened slightly.
" Just one more thing before you go to your room."
She looked at him curiously. " What's that?" She wanted to roam closer, but that was just ridiculous.
" It's Jason, not Mr. Cartwright." Something in her blank expression changed and for a moment that pleased him.
" Jason," she said awkwardly, testing it on her tongue. " Goodnight Jason." Then Rhia disappeared out of the room without much of a sound.
Jason groaned when she had left the livingroom. He wanted her as soon as his name crossed her full lips, no matter the consequences. He dragged slightly trembling hands down his face and mumbled, " Give it up, Cartwright. Don't be stupid. She will never want you." He climbed the stairs, stopping briefly at her closed door and entered his own bed room. Dropping onto the enormous bed, he flung an arm over his eyes, his wedding ring glimmering in the moonlight.   Send me a message!

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