Word gets around in a small town. Interesting words get around a whole lot faster. Some seem to travel at the speed of light. This would be how Laine Anderson got word, right in the middle of Albertson’s grocery store, that she had been proposed to by Anraí McEibhir not because he loved her but because the sneaky foreigner was after her ( Read more... )

( a crazed weasel wrote this one... )

Explain why you picked a particular face for your muse. Did you ever consider anyone else? What makes them bring your muse to life?Honestly? I had an image of Laine in my head before I started looking for PBs. She has always been tall, dark haired and blue eyed. Originally, I had several stock icons for use but then I stumbled upon a picture of ( Read more... )

She sat there and stared at the woman on the other side of the desk. Three piece suit, glasses, hair pulled up in what looked like a painfully tight bun. In short, she looked like every cliché therapist Laine has ever seen depicted on television and in movies. She wasn’t impressed. She certainly wasn’t talking ( Read more... )

Margene Cunningham. I want to be that skinny, manicured, polished, stylish pain in the ass that all the men swoon over. The happy go lucky, ain’t got no cares in this world, daddy’s little princess with the perfect smile, golden blonde hair and perky voice. I’d like to have someone other than my parents save me a seat at church on Sundays. I ( Read more... )

She was in the tack room when she heard the static of the short wave radio begin to crackle and clear, the signal that a call was about to come through. Laine ignored it in favor of the saddle she was rubbing down with oil, the leather was dry and worn but the woman was determined to get a bit more use out of it. Still, she recognized the owner ( Read more... )