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267 pages, ebook
First published September 27, 2017
Tale of woe aside, my dry spell isn’t voluntary. I didn’t make a vow of celibacy as an act of self-flagellation in remembrance of that dill-hole Rod. It just happened. Or didn’t happen. And then it didn’t happen some more. In fact, it’s been not happening for so long I’m worried it might be a permanent condition.
There’s a distinct possibility that he’s out of my league and I’m not tall enough to ride his rollercoaster. But just because I’ve never experienced anything like it doesn’t mean I don’t want it as badly as Jack secretly wanted Rose to scoot over and share her flotation device at the end of Titanic. Because of course he did, and I can’t believe people are still arguing about that twenty years later.
Master Sergeant Carter Willis.
A Marine no less.
Woof.

