Here is a tribute to LDS writers who write sappy romance novels:
Mary saw him across the dance floor and met his sparkling blue eyes. A wave of passion hit her. She watched with bated breath as he stepped toward her.
"Hello, madam," said the tall dark handsome man, sweeping into a bow. "Shall we dance?"
She sighed, unable to speak. As he swept her into his arms, she felt that she could dance forever.
"I...don't know your name," sighed Mary as she glided across the dance floor with the gentleman, feeling as if her heart was flying.
"Names are not important," said the man. "All that matters is that you're beautiful."
Mary smiled at him. Her fingers reached out to stroke his smooth cheek. Her fingers reached for his face...
and she pulled off his mask.
"Nice try, Eddie," she said. "You can't be a hot guy, even on Halloween."
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2 comments:
At first, I was going to say, "Creepy stalker," about the guy because he says names aren't important. The only person who would say that is one who has something to hide. But then you went and named him Eddie. Still trying to figure out if that's an insult to him or not, since you made him the hero of your syrupy romance novel. Gross.
I have a blog too!!! :)
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