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Category: Karen Robards

I grew up with three little brothers. Every Christmas, we’d have piles of toy trucks and Lincoln Logs and G.I. Joes under the tree. Those were for them. For me? My No. 1 favorite present of all time: books. Two or three tall stacks of wonderful stories that I could lose myself in for weeks.

Time, Myself, Tree

The year I turned 16, I spent the weeks before Christmas dropping hints to my parents about how much I wanted – no, needed – my own transportation.

Parents, Transportation

For Christmas 1999, my husband surprised me with a trip to Disney World. Along with our boys, we were standing on the roof of the Contemporary Hotel at midnight on New Year’s Eve 2000 watching fireworks explode over every amusement park in Orlando. It was a magical way to celebrate the millennial, and a never-to-be-forgotten Christmas present.

World, Me, Celebrate

But life has a way of chopping people off at the knees, and he was no exception. Ten years of his life had been stolen from him. Now he wasn’t wasting another minute. He wanted to experience everything he had missed, to eat and drink and read and work and fuck as he pleased. His dreams were smaller now, but they were still dreams, and he was going after them with everything he had.

dreams, life, sad

You need to eat more.” (…) “Then I’d get fat, and you wouldn’t like me.” Johnny tweaked her nose in teasing response and shifted her into a more comfortable position with her back against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and his arms hugged her waist before they were settled to his satisfaction. Rachel, spellbound, cast a sideways glance up and back to find that his eyes on her face were as bright and hot as the clear August sky overhead. “You still don’t get it, do you, teacher? I’d like you any way I could get you, any way at all. Besides, I bet you’d be cute fat. A little round dumpling.

There’s something I gotta tell you,” he said in a confidential tone as he leaned toward her. His face was close to hers, too close. He was making her uncomfortable again, as he no doubt intended. That notion stiffened her spine. “What?” she all but snapped. “I had a major case of the hots for you when I was in high school. I still do.

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I’m going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don’t have the energy to be mad at me anymore.” Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

jealousy, love, lust