Sierra stepped out of the shower and dried off. Her thoughts were full of the sexy stranger. She wished he had wanted to take her home. She didn’t even know his name or where he came from. She let out a sigh of disappointment. Men like that didn’t go for women that looked like her they dated and married models. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was short with large breasts and carried a few extra pounds on her waist and hips. She had never been able to lose all the weight she gained while pregnant with her babies. Not that it mattered she hadn’t dated a man since her ex walked out. Her ex had been an abusive jerk that didn’t want their kids and blamed her for having them against his express wishes, but she had loved her babies from the start. She worked hard to support the two kids as her ex paid next to nothing on child support. He at least honored the visitation schedule he had with the kids. She had long ago given up on love. There were no white knights left in her opinion. She dressed in a pair of old faded jeans and a red t-shirt. She brushed out her long dark hair and made her way downstairs. Moving to the kitchen located in the back of her two story apartment she froze. The tall dark stranger from the night before was standing in her kitchen. How had he gotten in she didn’t remember him bringing her home.

“You weren’t feeling very well last night so I brought you home and stayed to make sure you were alright.” He told her seeking to reassure her she looked like a frightened rabbit.

Sierra racked her brain in an attempt to remember what had happened the night before. But all she really remembered was being sick. What should she say? She was literally frozen with anxiety. Why would he offer to bring her home? He couldn’t be interested in her. “Thank you for bringing me home.” She finally located her voice.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked as he located a glass and poured some juice for her.

“Ok.” She said as she took the glass he offered her. Maybe he was a Doctor and felt it was his duty to stay with her.

“I’m not a healer.” He read her mind easily.

“What?” How had he known she was thinking that she wondered?

“My name is Train Wolf. We didn’t get a chance to get properly introduced last night.” He told her seeking to relax her.

The sexy stranger had a sexy name as well and an accent that she couldn’t quite place. “My name is Sierra Daniels.” She returned.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He stated his eyes moving over her. He had never wanted a woman the way he wanted her. It was disconcerting to him to feel this way.

“I’m fine now so you don’t need to hang around you probably have something else you need to do.” She stated wanting to get rid of him.
“On the contrary you are my primary concern.” He answered he wasn’t going anywhere except maybe to her bedroom. He had used Jenna to slake his desire last night but he had found no real fulfillment as his thoughts had been centered on Sierra.

“Really you don’t have to stay.” She told him nervously.

“You don’t want me to go.” He stated as he moved toward her causing her to back into a wall.

“I…”She started to say.

“This is what you really want.” He said as his mouth captured her mouth with his. He kissed her hungrily his mouth feeding on her. Fire shot through Sierra as she wrapped her arms around the sexy stranger. He pulled her up fitting her against his huge erection. She whimpered in need. She had never in her life felt like this. Her body was on fire for him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything. Her mouth clung to his as his hands explored her body drawing more whimpers from her. Lifting her legs about his waist he carried her upstairs effortlessly.

I thought I would take a break from discussing my personal life for a day. I wanted to share some information with my fellow bloggers about a new internet scam that I learned about from a friend. She recently recieved several emails telling her that she could earn some extra cash by acting as a U.S agent for an artist in Europe. She replied and the scam artist sent her four money orders each for 850.00. They looked very real. Her husband than did some research and this is what he discovered.

What Is Money Order Fraud?

Money order fraud involves forged certified checks and money orders, typically drawn on an overseas bank, which are issued to an unsuspecting person. The person is assured that a money order or certified check is "as good as cash." The victim deposits the check into a bank account, and initially the check clears. The person then withdraws part or all of the funds, and wires them to the person who sent the check. The check is then dishonored as a forgery, and the bank withdraws the money from the victim's account or demands repayment from the victim.

Many people who fall victim to this fraud think that they protecting themselves by checking with the bank to be sure that the check has cleared before they withdraw any money. Unfortunately, this fraud is based upon laws which require banks to make deposits available to their customers within a specified period of time, which is usually significantly shorter than the amount of time it takes for the bank to determine that the check is no good.

I am a life time reader of romance novels. I read my first one when I was twelve. I started writing my first romance novel when I was only thirteen. Looking back over my life I have to wonder whether or not those romance novels have had a negative impact on my life. I didn't start dating until my early twenties when I met my ex. He was my first sexual relationship. I had this dream relationship pictured in my mind based on what I had read in romance novels. I was looking for the man who's touch would set me on fire. A white night to sweep me off my feet and carry me into the sunset. But my relationship with my ex didn't come close to that. He was nice to me up until I let him move in with me. From the moment he settled in no longer did anything for me. The only time I had his attention was when he wanted sex. I lost track of how many tears I shed in the course of our relationship. We lived in a three story apartment. I remember carrying groceries up three flights of stairs when I was pregnant while he sat on his butt. He never helped me. I finally got up the courage to leave him and moved out. But than like a fool I allowed him back into my life even though he had been cheating on me. I kept thinking that he might change and we would at last be happy. But instead he walked out on me when I was eight months pregnant with our second child. I swore I would never make a mistake like that again. This time I was going to wait for the man of my dreams. But after waiting for four years I gave up on finding the man of my dreams. I decided to marry for practical reasons. Another mistake as this has left me empty inside. I wonder if reading romances has given me to high of expectations? Maybe what I long for doesn't exist. Perhaps I should set these silly dreams to rest.

I got married in August to a long time friend. We had never been on a single date or shared a single kiss. But Matt was my closest friend and had been a part of my live for five years. He loves my two girls and they adore him. I always thought I would meet someone and fall madly in love. But that hasn't happened for me. My ex was an abusive jerk that abused me both verbally and physically. The only good that came out of that relationship was our two girls. Matt stepped into my life as I was trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. I don't know if I could have made it without his friendship. But Although we were great friends I was never attracted to him. Still I thought that a marriage based on practical reasons might be the way to go. I was worn down from the hardships of being a single Mom. So I decided to marry Matt. We shared our first kiss at our Wedding, and I felt nothing. I stood in front of the minister on shaking legs with the sure knowledge that I was making a mistake, but like a fool I got married. Matt and I were married a full month before I could make myself have sex with him and than I had to get drunk first. My husband is a touchy feely guy. And every time he touches me I freeze up inside. We had sex several times since the first time but I've been drunk every time. I thought marriage would make my life easier but it hasn't worked out that way. When we got married Matt had a job but he has since than lost his job and he doesn't seem to want to find another one. So I went from supporting two kids to supporting a husband and two kids. This is a sore issue with me. Frankly I know this marriage is doomed to failure and I have no one but myself to blame, but in my defense I thought I was doing the right thing for my ki

It's time to sit down to another Thanksgiving dinner in which we will get together with friends and family. We will stuff ourselves full of turkey and after dinner we will sit down and unbutton our pants to make room for all the food we ate. Will sit around lamenting over how much we ate. Will share stories of past Thanksgiving and talk about Christmas shopping. Will talk politics and argue over various view points. But there is one thing we will fail to discuss or thing about. And that is what Thanksgiving truly represents. We were taught in school that Thanksgiving is the celebration of the first feast of the pilgrims that settled in the New World. But what does Thanksgiving really represent when you get right down to it. It represents the destruction of Native American culture. The Indians who saved the early pilgrims from starvation were repaid by losing their lands and their freedom. I'm sure that if they could repeat history they would now scalp us all for our lies and deceit. So when you sit down to eat turkey with your family remember the sacrifice our Native American brother's made for us on that long ago Thanksgiving. And give blessings to the Native American people for saving our ancestors so long ago. Blessings to you all!!