For Gemma, the hardest part about traveling across southern Africa looking for an infamous criminal wasn't the constant danger, the long days, or even working undercover. It was pretending not to have feelings for her partner, who was not only endearingly complicated and frustrating, but also her new pretend husband. [SEQUEL TO VERTIGO] [COMPLETE]

Life was complicated enough. Her job required a clearance, several passports, and lying to her boyfriend. When she gets mixed up with the CIA's fifth Most Wanted, she has to go undercover with her partner as his fiancée. It doesn't help that he's overprotective, that they have to sleep in the same bed, or that he manages to get into that little compartment behind her heart. [FIN]

She used to tell him how she loved the idea that there was a big wide world out there, with deserts and mountains and oceans and rainforests and rolling hills and seven billion people she had never met before. Her name was Sahara, for God's sake, like she was meant to span across countries and continents and live some great big adventure. [ONESHOT]

The first time I met him, he was high as a kite. Tall and handsome, with bloodshot eyes that made my heartbeat triple when he looked at me. When he asked me my name, it took all I had not to stutter. When he grabbed my hand, riding the wave of confidence of the drugs, it took all I had to remember to breathe. And when his lips touched mine for the very first time, I knew I was his.

shakespeare's got nothin' on us

You told me once you wouldn't leave until I let you go.

he was warm once. it doesn't matter anymore.

Short about forever love.

She's a strong, independent P.I. just trying to get through each day. Unbeknownst to her, she's dangerous to vampires. She gets sucked into their world when all vampires make a choice: kill her or turn her. Except for one. He wants to save her. [COMPLETE]

New Year's Eve - snowed in with an Irishman with a wolf grin and a gift for making me blush, cold hands, warm lips, a half-zipped dress, outdoor encounters, and the consequence of morning routines. Oh, and my mom and boyfriend are here, too. [ONESHOT]

Short poem about a bridge in Scotland, in a Romantic style.

The sound of one thousand plastic beads falling onto Tupperware containers means rain... Please read and review!

What I said to the winter tree.

Just a very very short poem. Read and Review! :D

and maybe it still is. /collection-fp pennames/

. words only have meaning as we define them . let me define you .

deep summer

I don't know how to describe this one.