Shelby's Angels: When Irish Eyes Are Dying

by Stephanie Burke

  “I love you, Will,” she breathed, dropping a kiss onto his forehead, gently running her fingers through his hair.

  “I know.” He lifted his head enough to smile up at her. “And if you’re still frustrated, I can get you a drink now. But I’m sure that orgasm helped deal with your frustration. Though too much alcohol can lead to premature ejaculation and something worse than that -- hair loss.”

  Shelby rolled her eyes at the earnest look on her lover’s face, and wondered where his brain cells had gone, before she reminded herself that brain mass wasn’t everything. Especially when you were packing a twelve-inch cock.

  Case #10853, When Irish Eyes are Dying, closed!

  Stephanie Burke

  Stephanie Burke, known to friends and readers as Flash, has a warped, twisted sense of humor, and she isn’t afraid to let it show. From pregnant men to six-foot cockroaches, she’s covered the gamut of the weird, the unusual, and the just plain strange. She has about five million books currently in publication with one house or another, all under the name of Stephanie Burke. She says she won’t use a pen name -- she’d have to learn how to spell it. Too much like work. Be sure to join Flash’s “Flame Keeper” loop at Yahoo Groups -- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FlameKeeper/join

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