It’s been a while, kids, but here’s another one of those personal ad contest things. Woo, and also: hoo. Be the first to correctly guess the author, title and heroine of the book in question, and enjoy the admiration of your friends and the envy of your enemies as you parade around in one of our utterly awesome Smart Bitch aristocratic titles—now guaranteed to emit 75% less greenhouse gases than before.
SWF, curvy, poor self-esteem, not looking for anything in particular, though I’ve always had the hots for my incredibly young, incredibly good-looking stepfather. Yeah, mom is dead, but how many different flavors of wrong would it be if we were to hook up? Especially since he’s running the fashion empire she helped build and I’m the heir. It’d be wrong. So very, very wrong. Like, giving stepdaddy-a-blowjob-under-the-desk wrong. But also, hot.