Full Throttle Kate
My brain never shuts the fuck up. Between work, writing, money worries, imaginary arguments, and a thousand responsibilities competing for attention, there's always something demanding another piece of me. Riding and the woman I love are the only things that quiet the noise. But somewhere in the chaos of Full Throttle Kate, I'm realizing that being capable of carrying everything doesn't mean I fucking should.
The Sound of Her Being Here
Eight months ago, I loved living alone. I loved making my own decisions, setting the thermostat wherever the fuck I wanted, and answering to nobody. Then Dawna moved in, and somewhere along the way, my house became our home. Now she's away visiting her mom, and for the first time in months, I'm sitting here alone, discovering that the silence I used to treasure is suddenly too fucking loud. Turns out, love isn't always about grand gestures. Sometimes it's just the sound of someone you love being there.
Played Like a Fucking Fiddle
After twelve-hour workdays, all I want is to spend time with Dawna. Unfortunately, she's trying to squeeze two households into one, and apparently my constant presence isn't particularly conducive to concentration. So she came up with a brilliant solution: send my annoying ass on errands. One light bulb, a pack of cigarettes, several hours riding Nyx and Aurora, and an overcooked swordfish dinner later, I discovered on Facebook that my future wife had played me like a fucking fiddle. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.