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Simple Intent, by Linda Sands
A LEGAL THRILLER based on a true story.
Available Sept 1, 2010 wherever e-books are sold.
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Only in a restroom in Cusseta, Alabama.
Writers see the world… differently.
It looks kind of like this:
EVERYTHING IS, HAS, WAS, WILL OR CAN BE A STORY.
Just as everyone you meet is a potential character and every conversation you hear may be stored away for later use. Having a writer as a friend can be dangerous, partying with fellow writers fills my well. (Hello Southampton friends!)
It is so nice when people “get you,” when explanations are unnecessary and when you can experience truly witty parlay.
So, it will come as no surprise to my writing friends that I found a story in a…
This is why I speed.
Tom says it’s a testicular pleasure. And while, as a woman, I can’t quite get on board with that reason, I cannot deny the sexual reference, nor my need for speed. Maybe it’s the pleasure it brings me, when the driving fast is combined with the illegality of it. It’s like sex- but not like this kind of sex. It’s like all the best parts of sex: the power, the control, the excitement, the pleasure, the adrenaline rush, the possibility of getting caught, the newness every time, the rise in blood pressure, the release, the chance to…
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My secret love
I love cars.
If I had a lot of money I’d have a lot of cars.I’m a wannabe car enthusiast.
I wish I knew enough to buy a classic junker, fix it up and enter it in a parade.
As it is, I think someday I will buy the classic junker and pay someone else to fix it up for me. Pimp my dream. I shop for cars at least once a week online.
I have my favorite (secret) sites, and I have my favorite cars.
The Audi tt,(when it still looked like a bullet), the Porsche Cayman…
Travelers Insurance Company SUCKS
I was in the front seat of the Chrysler 300M when my husband smashed into the back of a slick gold domestic rental car. We weren’t on our way anywhere special and no one was hurt- except the 300M- badly- and a teeny, tiny ding in the other guy’s rental car. I was, for anyone who knows me, surprisingly calm and even quiet. I said nothing other than, “What the hell?” and “Nice one.”
My husband’s red…
