Stupidity, briefly
Working on a Harlequintrigue murder mystery. Main characters are a jumpy psychic widow and the detective (DETECTIVE MACK STEELE, oh no, I am not kidding, and I don't think Michael Scott wrote this book) who's been in love with her since before her husband died. I'm 50 pages in. They're making out in the front seat of his car.
When she slipped two fingers inside, he dragged in a sharp breath.
Inside his shirt, unfortunately.
Also, this author is so fossilized that one of her characters made a Happy Days reference when describing his wretched childhood. If someone doesn't say, "Straight to the moon, Alice" later, I will be disappointed.
When she slipped two fingers inside, he dragged in a sharp breath.
Inside his shirt, unfortunately.
Also, this author is so fossilized that one of her characters made a Happy Days reference when describing his wretched childhood. If someone doesn't say, "Straight to the moon, Alice" later, I will be disappointed.