Tuesday, March 6, 2012
I Don't Need No Stinkin' Shirt, I'm A Lumberjack!
"....she saw Luke standing over a log with an axe in his hand....shirtless, sweat gleaming on his well-muscled upper body, his jeans slung low around his hips....He looked like a true-blooded Alaskan: tough, real, earthy, a man who could take anything life threw at him and decimate it simply with a hard glare."
(from Chill by Stephanie Rowe)
*Penny falls over in a dead faint and has strange dreams about plaid shirts*