As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"

And Start Your Engines, the Heat is just starting. Sizzle Non-kiss Style.

"Shh." He came around the front of Duke, pausing to rub the horse's nose. He resumed his deliberate observation, this time beginning at her feet, pausing at her hips with a sultry expression. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips.  His gaze meandered to her bosom briefly while he moved to stand in front of her, his attention on her lips.
"You are a lecherous man," Porsche accused, her breathing irregular with expectancy.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are the lascivious vixen that hinted at more of my brand of 'doctoring' a few minutes ago. Do you know what you want?"
Porsche knew she wanted him to kiss her. She also wanted him to touch her, to caress the curves he had so blatantly evaluated. Her mouth went dry. She licked her lips.
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