Goose bumps raise the tiny, fine hairs on my neck as you murmur against my skin, Baby. I never tire of
hearing you call me Baby. The years haven’t dampened the thrill. Your lips brush mine and the word baby escapes in a whisper. Forever your baby, lover and friend.
…but better than never.
I’m off to a roaring start with my very first A to Z challenge.
Falling back on the easy About Me post.
In-a-nutshell, writing is my third act in life. I grew up in a small SC town located near the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. 
Living this third act in Texas peppers many of my stories with down-home Southern flavor.
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Jean's Writing 