This week, I am thankful for my husband. Jeremy and I have been married for almost 7 years now. We have grown so much more closer this past year than I ever thought possible. I am thankful that when I called him Sunday from work in tears, he just got in the car to come check on me. I am thankful for his love that seems to grow daily. I am thankful for the thousand phone calls I get during the day to check up on me (okay, maybe not really on that one, but I'm trying, lol) I am thankful for his support and his willingness to read a scene I am struggling with. Most of all, I am thankful for the past six years with this man. There is not another living being who I would want to share my life with, other than the man I married.
Summer Michaels wrote her first story in the second grade, about a car-stealing potato. Thankfully, men in love with other men keep her muse busy and satisfied now. With a belief that love should be shared no matter what the form, Summer enjoys telling stories of rowdy cowboys, reunited lovers, and steamy shifters. When Summer is not reading and writing, she enjoys camping, hiking, water rafting, and giving the old woman in a shoe a run for her money.
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Aaawwwwww! :)
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