Escaping death twice in sixteen years? Now, that’s real luck.
Then again, it means I’m accident-prone. Not exactly the type of gal you’d ask to the Valentine’s Day dance.
I just wish my high school crush had asked me… Before we fell through the ice and he disappeared forever.
Was I a goner when my plane crashed on Frost Mountain sixteen years later? Enjoy today's suggestion! (Carnal Cravings Publishing) | 
