Now here is the perfect world. A sultry summer day. A lake cottage. A beautiful, wet, dark-haired man. A beautiful, dry, fair-haired man.
I think I'm going to take up residence in this cover when I'm finished being Nathan's lunch (you'll have to look at the previous post to understand that statement . . . maybe).
(Oh . . . there's an excerpt up at the Liquid Silver forums, but I'll be posting a new one, here, soon.)