I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "If something happens to me, delete my browsing history." For most people, they're probably joking, but for a romance writer, we mean it. I've often wondered what someone would think if they saw my history: terrorists, guns, how to get away with murder, the best s$x position, conspiracy theories, and the list goes on.
I was curious, what are the weirdest things people search on Google. (according to Jellyfish).
1. My cat wants to kill me
2.Who ate all the bananas and took a dump in the hallway
3.I accidentally killed my cat in the dryer
4.Are babies dishwasher safe
5.Is there a spell to become a mermaid
6.There is a deer in my car
7. Am I a vampire
8. Never put a wig on a dog
9.Germany is in what country
10. What to do if a dolphin wants to mate with me
Some of these are definitely creepy...
I had book released on 2/4/25. Have you grabbed your copy?
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Sneak peek:
Up
close, she was more stunning. A thin white scar along her left cheek made him
curious about how she got it. If she had her scars, maybe she wouldn’t be so
turned off by his. The story of that itty-bitty scar couldn’t compare to the
baggage he carried.
“You’re
missing out,” she said in a soft, semi-husky voice that lifted the hairs on his
neck.
“Really?”
He pushed away the remaining basket of fries and wiped his fingers off a
napkin. “What am I missing?” He couldn’t stop staring at her sparkling eyes,
reminding him of a clear blue sky on a pretty summer day. She had a scattering
of light freckles across her nose and the tops of her cheeks, the same color as
the bronzed highlights in her hair. And that smile…no doubt stole some hearts
along the way.
He
wondered how old she was? Thirty, maybe? Something about how she carried
herself gave the impression that she could be older.
“The
taste of that burger. It’s meant to be savored,” she said, showing off a row of
pearly white teeth against her sun-bronzed skin. “You ate it in record time.”
“Anything
that takes longer than ten minutes to eat is called fine dining, a luxury that
I wouldn’t know much about.”
She
leaned in slightly closer. “A burger and fries are considered fine dining
around these parts.”
“Then
pardon my bad manners, ma’am. How can I make it up to you? What are you
drinking? It’s on me.”
“I’ll
take my usual, Jenna,” she said to the bartender.
“You
have a usual, so does that mean you hang out here often? Entertaining the crowd
with your bull riding skills and dining etiquette tips.”
She
looked at him while she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “You were
watching, huh?”
“Who
wasn’t?” He
cocked a brow.
“I
need to show these boys how bull riding is done.” She picked up her drink and
slurped it up through the paper straw. “Sometimes they need a reminder that a
woman can do anything a man can do, and most of the time better.” She twirled a
long strand of her wavy hair around her finger.
“Oh,
that statement does have its limitations, but I’m sure you’re right, mostly.
These fellows won’t ever forget that you can ride a bull. I can damn well
guarantee that.”
“I
like to leave a lasting impression.” She locked her gaze with his.
He
liked her confidence.
“Mission complete.”
Yeah,
he most certainly wanted to learn more about this intriguing woman.
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