“As you know from our trips to Belmont Park in San Diego, I can scream like a girl when required.” he said. Angie laughed then she grabbed him by the face and planted a kiss on the lips so fierce, Mel wondered if it was Angie’s way of putting a lip-lock protective spell on her man. She hoped it was and she hoped it worked.” KissingLas VegasTateMelAngieViva Las Vegas Book:Vanilla Beaned Source: Vanilla Beaned
“Angie was a border crosser, a wetback, a worker in the immigrant sweatshop they call this city. On days like this I understand her like a woman instead of a child. Everybody thought she was a whore. She wasn’t. She tried to step across the border of who she was and who she might be. They wouldn’t let her. She didn’t believe it herself so she stepped across into a whole other country.” ImaginationIdentityBorder CrossingCarlaAngieDionne BrandItalian CanadianWhat We All Long For Book:What We All Long For Source: What We All Long For