Whoever knows how to make a life that feels like home will never be alone. And if two people are working toward making a good home, then no one is left out in the cold alone pretending to be in relationships.
The long pitiful wailing came down the hall searching for a savior. It could have been a starving creature, deprived of love or touch, crying out in this cold cruel world. When I identified the creature, it was my fat cat complaining from his bed for treats. 🙄🐈⬛
No offense to an author who is wicked popular in the romanctasy genre, but when my mind is in your book I’m bored. The war survival theme is fine, but it’s all a noisy high school with teenagers trauma bonding and being horny. My cats do this, especially before they get fixed.