Will Harris
Will Harris
William Taylor Harrisis an American professional baseball pitcher for the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball. He previously played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Colorado Rockies...
struggle men hands
I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.
dog cat night
I met Elvis in your woods one night,” Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. “I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.
new-year years firsts
My first word for the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.
writing romance kind
I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.
romance literature should
Life should imitate romance literature far more often.
character survival each-day
There were definitely parts of my character I didn’t approve of, and maybe from time to time I had moments when I didn’t like myself much. But I got through each day as it came to me, and so far I’d survived every thing life had thrown at me. I could only hope that the survival was worth the price I’d paid.
husband ugly reason
Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly
selfish unattainable want
I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I feel.” (Sookie Stackhouse)
feelings easy true-feelings
Easy to exemplify my true feelings towards him
dancing trials goes-on
I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.
light sight hands
Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.
sorry voice nurse
Do I look like I have anything ?" I asked him, in a reasonable voice. He looked as unnerved as the nurse had. He said, "Sorry," and backed away. I took a step after him. I screamed, "I HAVE NOTHING!" And then I said, in a perfectly calm voice, "See, I never had anything to start with.
gone soda flats
all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.
running nice fighting
You take I-55 south, and you'll run into I-20. Or you could take..." I was about to be overloaded with information. "Oh that sounds just perfect. Let me do just that, or I'll lose track." Sure, glad I could help." Oh, you surely did." We beamed at each other, just two nice women. I had to fight an impulse to say "I have a tortured vampire in my trunk," out of sheer giddiness.