“Ellie trembled and compressed her bloodless lips.”

I’m officially declaring Orangeville’s Paw & Claws to be the town’s unofficial “romance” novel depot. We have bushels of ’em; two for a quarter.

Perhaps being in the “family way” myself has made me more sensitive to this type of pulp. When I went in for my volunteer shift this week, I instantly spotted this little delight:



Thank goodness I’m already married, finding a subjugator who’s not the baby-daddy is a real bitch.

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