Last October I bought some handmade soap that smelled like pumpkin spice. I love it because of the luxuriant feel of the suds.
And now I’ve practically whittled it away to nothing.
Practically. But as you can see there’s still a tiny piece left and a part of me is wondering whether or not it will outlast me.
Or if it’ll be gone by the end of the month (but not washed down the drain).
I’m determined to find out. It’s almost become an obsession.
Until next time.
About Linda Andrews
Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal."
All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?
If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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