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Friday, January 11, 2019

Unfamiliar Waters by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway



Title: Unfamiliar Waters
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/ Law Enforcement
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Jan 8 2019
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
With the pressures of the job bearing down on him, police officer Garrett Wreckley needs a vacation—in fact, he isn’t given a choice in the matter. Since the water has always soothed Garrett’s soul, he heads to the Caribbean, hoping some time alone sailing on the open water will help him pull himself together.
But even though he’s taking a break from law enforcement, Garrett can’t get rid of his cop’s instinct so easily.
He meets Nigel, a young man as innocent as he is beautiful, who grew up sheltered from the world, exploring the beaches and tropical forests with only the company of his aunt, his brother, and the wildlife and sea creatures he befriended.
As sweet, passionate love blooms, their time in paradise feels too good to be true… and Garrett’s gut and training tell him that might be the case. As he investigates, he quickly realizes everything is not as it seems. Will his snooping destroy not only their romance, but everything Nigel believes about his life?


After noon, clouds built to the east and the wind picked up. Garrett checked his timing and bearings, set the wheel, and added additional sail to pick up speed. The radar showed some sort of storm heading his way, though it could be possible for him to outrun it.

The two islands were only twenty-five miles apart, so no more than three hours out of St. Lucia, he should be spying land at any time. Garrett scanned the horizon and his GPS as he sped over the water. The waves picked up with the wind as the storm drew closer. Most Caribbean storms were small and mainly dumped rain, but this one must have some oomph. It didn’t appear to be big, but it was packing some wind.
With still about an hour to go by his calculations, he spied land off to the west. Rather than questioning it, he headed that way.
The island was small, definitely not Martinique. The chart listed it as Montessa. Not that he’d ever heard of it. Didn’t matter, though. The clouds drew closer and closer to the water as he approached the north side of the island. He found a break in the reef and slipped into a small cove. The water instantly calmed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After dropping anchor, he lowered the sails and stowed them away, then closed all the windows, as well as the access hatch. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was in for, but when the rain hit, it was torrential. The boat rocked side to side, but not badly, and he stood under shelter, setting out some clean buckets to catch the fresh water.
After the thunder and lightning passed, Garrett stripped down, grabbed a bar of soap, and washed himself off, letting the rain rinse him clean.
Once done, Garrett went inside, dried off, dressed, and made himself dinner, listening to the rain pound the roof of the cabin overhead. The batteries were charged and he’d used very little the night before, so he settled on the bed to read, passing the hours quietly until it was time to sleep.
Sometime in the night, the storm passed, leaving behind quiet, and again Garrett slept soundly. He hadn’t dreamed, at least not that he remembered.
In the morning, other than being wet, the boat was fine. He ate a cold breakfast and then ventured onto the deck. He stood, scanning over the island for any signs of habitation. He saw nothing but thick vegetation and a small lagoon nearer to shore. He thought he might explore it and moved the boat closer inland. With no one around and a sandy beach, he figured it was safe for a swim ashore to have a look around.
Garrett dressed for the water and sun in his suit and a solar shirt before venturing back out. He’d planned to jump off the side of the boat for the swim to shore, but when movement near the beach caught his eye, he paused on deck.
A man stepped out of the trees, blond and tall, sun-kissed, wearing a pair of shorts and a gray T-shirt that he pulled over his head as he got closer to the water. Garrett watched the gorgeous creature move with unusual grace before stopping, and knew the minute the man spotted the boat—he stopped to look and then waved. Garrett waved back, still just watching and wishing he had his binoculars. The man waded into the water as though looking for something, then dove, swimming strongly when he came up before diving again, surfacing with a large conch shell. He paddled to shore, looked it over, then dove back into the water and came up without it.
This time when he broke the surface, the man waved again and motioned him over. Garrett contemplated only a minute before diving into the water, heading straight to shore. After all, some god of the water didn’t beckon him every day of the week. Even as he swam, Garrett wondered if he’d imagined the whole thing. It wasn’t until he stepped out of the water and the man approached that he was sure he was real.







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Tuesday, December 25, 2018

New Tricks by Andrew Grey w/ Giveaway



Title: New Tricks
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Dec 11 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
In matters of the heart, there’s no such thing as business as usual.
Thomas Stepford spent years building a very successful business and now at thirty-nine, he wants a quieter life. With his parents needing help, he decides to return home. He can’t get away from business completely and needs an assistant—but the man who is hired isn’t quite what he had in mind.
Brandon Wilson, the ink on his degree barely dry, needs a job, and his mother helps him get one as Mr. Stepford’s assistant. Thomas doesn’t seem to remember, but Brandon worked mowing the stunningly attractive older man’s lawn years ago. Thomas was Brandon’s teenage fantasy, and now he’s Brandon’s boss.
Thomas and Brandon are both determined to keep their relationship strictly business, but the old attraction is still there. They learn to work together even as the tension between them reaches the boiling point. But just as they start to surrender, Thomas’s old life in New York calls him. Even if he resists that pull, can their newfound relationship survive when Brandon receives the call of his dreams... from Hollywood?


Sunday, November 18, 2018

Fire and Agate by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway



Title: Fire and Agate
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Deputies #3
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance/Law Enforcement
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Nov 6 2018
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
When Chris Anducci is moved off jail duty and into the sheriff’s office, he doesn’t expect his first assignment to be protecting a witness against a human trafficking ring. Knowing the new sheriff doesn’t abide screw-ups, Chris reluctantly agrees to work the case.
Pavle Kasun has spent the last four years of his life at the mercy of others. When an opportunity presented itself, he took it, resulting in his rescue. Now the safe houses he’s placed in are being threatened and he needs protection if he is to have any sort of chance at a life.
Chris opens his home to Pavle, but he doesn’t expect Pavle and his story to get under his skin… and stay there. Soon they discover they have more in common than either of them thought. Slowly Pavle comes out of his shell and Chris finds someone who touches his heart. But as the men looking for Pavle close in, they will stop at nothing to get him out of the way. But even if Chris can keep him safe, he might not be able to protect his heart if Pavle moves back home.




Slowly a figure, curled up and small, made an appearance from around the side of the dresser. The first thing Chris noticed were the biggest, brownest eyes he had ever seen, filled with the pain of years of hurt. They blinked, and then Pavle stepped farther into the light. Even standing, he looked half hunched over.
“This is Deputy Chris. He’s here because he’s going to help keep you safe.”
Pavle raised his head slightly, his black hair, long and uneven, falling to the sides of his face.
“Hello,” Chris said, mimicking the soft tone the others had used. “I’m Chris. They told me you needed help, so I’m going to protect you so no one hurts you anymore.” In that moment, he made up his mind to do whatever was needed to help this man, and if that meant moving him into his home to protect him, so be it.
“I’d like it if you went with Deputy Chris. He is a good man and will not hurt you,” Marie explained slowly and gently.
Chris didn’t expect Pavle to believe her or to agree to come. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Chris said, crouching down so he was at the same level as Pavle. “This is your choice.”
“Choice?” Pavle asked in a raspy voice that tore at Chris’s insides, looking at him and then back to Marie.
“Yes. You can choose to stay here or go with Deputy Chris. We want you to be safe, but we aren’t sure how well we can protect you here. If you go with Deputy Chris, he will protect you. Keep you safe.”
“INS?” Pavle asked.
“No. He is good man. Caring. He will help you.” Marie seemed to have infinite patience.
Pavle blinked, standing still, then nodded and walked to Chris. It seemed as though he either didn’t understand or thought he didn’t have a choice, even though he was being given one. Chris held out his hands, palms up, to show that he wasn’t going to hit him. When Pavle looked at him with those huge eyes and the face of an angel, he looked much younger than the twenty-four listed in his file. Maybe that was his previous owner’s fetish. Still, after all he’d been through, Pavle’s handsomeness and light shone through, with soft features and an almost delicate frame.
“I’ll gather his few things,” Annette said.
Marie extended her hand to take Pavle’s gently. He went with her in silence. She led him out of the house, and once they were in the sun, Chris got a better look at him. Pavle was pale, probably from years of being inside. Chris reminded himself to ask Marie about any past injuries. He suspected that Pavle had been treated very badly in the past and he needed to know if he was okay physically.
“Thank you for doing this,” Marie said once she had opened the door to Chris’s car and gotten Pavle settled in the passenger seat. He sat without moving or looking to either side. “You have to keep him safe. He is the main witness against the man who held him for nearly two years. We need to get that man and then trace back to the people who sold Pavle to him. We’re pulling each thread to see what we can unravel.”
“Okay. I will do my best, I promise you.”
“I’ll follow you to your house and help Pavle get settled.”
As Marie got to her car, Pavle reacted for the first time.
“She’s just riding separately. She will be back in a few minutes.”
Chris drove the short distance to his house and pulled into the garage. He didn’t want Pavle to be seen, and yet he also didn’t want him to feel like a prisoner again by being hidden. He got out and waited, hoping Pavle would get out on his own. After a few moments, Pavle opened the door and climbed out of the car. Chris opened the door to the yard and motioned for Pavle to go ahead of him.
Marie came though behind him, and Chris closed the garage doors and joined the two of them in the yard. Pavle looked around, saying nothing. Chris wished he would say something… anything. He was way too quiet, and that worried Chris because he had no idea what he was thinking, and damn it all, those eyes still held buckets of fear.
“It’s okay. This is where you are going to stay.” Marie gently coaxed Pavle toward the house, and he shuffled along, looking at the yard. Hopefully he liked what he saw. Chris had spent too many hours working out stress for the garden to be unappreciated.
Chris opened the back door, went inside, and turned on lights, letting Marie bring Pavle in the kitchen, motioning toward the living room. Maybe this was the biggest mistake of his life. He wasn’t equipped to handle someone as fragile and frightened as Pavle. Chris had no clue what he needed or even how to get through to him.
“I sold?” Pavle finally asked barely above a whisper.
Chris caught Marie’s gaze, and his heart twisted in his chest. God, this was going to wrench his guts six ways from Sunday.
“No. This is where you are going to live. You are not going to be sold to anyone any more. Deputy Chris is here to help you and nothing more.” She patted his hand and took Pavle through to the other room.
Chris got three glasses of water and put some cookies on a plate. He needed some sugar if he was going to get through this in one piece.
Marie and Pavle were talking softly on the sofa when Chris handed each of them a glass and offered them cookies. Marie took one, and Pavle stared at the plate as though it were a foreign object. Finally, he took one and ate a small bite before shoving the whole thing in his mouth, chewing and swallowing like he hadn’t eaten in days, then he drank the entire glass of water.
Chris offered him another, and Pavle took it in disbelief, ate it quickly, and then rested his hands in his lap.











Monday, October 29, 2018

Part 1 Tatiana by: Rose Flynn w/ Interview



Title: Part 1: Tatiana
Author: Rose Flynn
Series: Broken Winged Angel Series
Genre: Thriller/ Dark Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: June 21 2018
Edition/Format:
Blurb/Synopsis:
When nursing student Jane graduated a semester early and returned home for Christmas break she expected to spend the time visiting her depressed mother, who developed a nasty drug habit after the death of Jane’s father. Jane was instead greeted by her mother being held at gunpoint by her drug dealer “Big Daddy.” In a desperate attempt to save her mother’s life, Jane agrees to work off her mother’s debt as one of Big Daddy’s “entertainers.”
In an instant, Big Daddy has taken everything from Jane including her family, her name and her freedom. As Jane adjusts to her new life as Tatiana, the sex worker, she desperately attempts to hold on to her identity, dignity and any semblance of safety or normalcy. She struggles to navigate the dynamics of living and working with the other girls and how best to cope with servicing the club patrons. Will Jane survive and continue to recognize the woman she sees in the mirror each day?


Zach closed the door. It helped to muffle the sounds of the club so we could speak at a decent volume.

“Zach, I—”
He stepped towards me and wrapped both arms around me. He pulled me into his chest, “You scared me. You were bleeding, and crying and you just passed out,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I wrapped my arms around his torso as well. After a few more seconds he pulled back and held me by my waist. He leaned in and he kissed me. I pushed my mouth back into his a little more firmly. He pushed back. I felt his tongue graze my lower lip. I bit down on his lower lip before I let him slide his tongue into my mouth. He pulled my body closer to his. He felt warm. I slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. He stepped back with me towards the desk. I perched on its edge. He pushed himself between my legs. I felt his warm hands move from my bared stomach down onto my hips. He moved one hand onto my thigh and pushed it up under my skirt. He caressed my inner and outer thigh. All the while we remained kissing, now with both our tongues moving against each other. He was the first to break from our lip lock.
“You wanted my help?” he asked.
“Yeah with my hand,” I said.
I had to catch my breath. He lifted my hand and untied the knot. He unraveled it slowly and tossed the dishrag into the waste barrel when it was completely unwound. He pulled gauze and medical tape from the kit. He poured hydrogen peroxide onto one of the gauze pads. I pulled my hand back a little anticipating the sting. Zach reached out and took my hand and gingerly pressed the wet pad onto my wound.
“This kind of reminds me of your first night on the job,” he said.
“Oh yeah! You did bring out the first aid kit didn’t you?”
“Yeah. I totally wanted to take care of you too,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He moved his hand over the spot on my leg where a small pink scar laid, “What guy in their right mind would want to miss a chance of playing doctor with you. Plus I thought you were really cute. I wanted to get into your good graces,” he said.
“Why? So I wouldn’t tell Big Daddy you were dealing drugs to us?”
“Well there is that, but I also enjoy being able to do this,” he said as he leaned into me and kissed me once more.









Saturday, October 20, 2018

Heart Untouched by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway



Title: Heart Untouched
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Hearts Entwined Book 3
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Oct 9 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
A Hearts Entwined Novel
An accident crushed Duncan’s Olympic dreams and landed him in a chair, but he knows it’s time to get his life back on track—and he has a plan in mind. Working with his friend Todd, an Olympic skeleton racer, on a promotional campaign will not only help Duncan regain some direction, but it’ll give Todd the financial boost he desperately needs. The sport Todd loves is draining his resources—so much so that he’s thinking of giving up racing just to make ends meet.
As the two men work together, their friendship blossoms into much more, and suddenly the future is looking brighter than it has in a long time. But just when love, happiness, and success seem within their grasp, the USOC steps in with plans to stop their campaign. That’ll mean an end not just to Duncan’s business, but to Todd’s dreams… and Duncan isn’t about to let that happen to the man who means everything to him.


“You will,” Todd told him after turning back to him. “What you have to do is give yourself some time. Everything got turned upside down by the accident, and you need to give yourself a chance to figure some shit out.” Another car was brought into the bay, this one being pushed by a couple of the guys. Todd sighed, and as soon as they stopped, he popped the hood and got to work. “What other things do you want to do besides fly down tubes of ice and snow at breakneck speed?”

Duncan tried to come up with an answer, but failed.
“What were your plans for that college degree of yours?”
Todd bent farther into the engine, his butt and legs visible. Granted, it was a handsome butt, with Todd’s work pants pulled tight over it. Duncan knew he shouldn’t be looking at his friend’s backside. Who he found attractive—or not, for that matter—was irrelevant. No one was going to look at him twice in the chair. Still, his gaze kept returning to the view in front of him, and heat spread to his groin. Not that anything there perked up or took notice. Things hadn’t been working down south lately… and that was another source of anxiety and, quite frankly, shame.
The doctors told him that things could improve for him as his injuries continued to heal. He had gotten some feeling back in his legs. When he touched them, it felt like they were miles away, but he could feel something. That had come back over time, so maybe his dick would too. That wasn’t as important to anyone but him. But if he could get a stiffy once again, he could feel a little more like himself… at least in some way.
“What is it?” Todd asked, and Duncan suddenly realized he’d sunk into himself and his emotions and fears had gotten the better of him again. To his horror, Todd grabbed a tissue from the box at the back of the bench. “Whatever is bothering you… it’s okay. This may look like a garage, but it’s also a safe place for everyone.” Todd handed him the tissue and squeezed his shoulder once again, his hand lingering for longer than was necessary.
“That seems strange,” Duncan commented. “Garages are usually temples of testosterone and bluster. At least that’s my experience.”
“We have our testosterone gods here. If you saw Trevor, you’d understand.” Todd grinned. “The first time I met him, I thought someone had given life to my fantasy man. The guy is hot as hell. But he only has eyes for James. Not that I was ever that interested… I guess.” Sometimes Todd could get a conversation off track faster than a world-class luge run.









Sunday, September 23, 2018

All for You by: Andrew Grey w/ Interview & giveaway



Title: All for You
Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance, Law Enforcement
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Sept 11 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
The only path to happiness is freedom: the freedom to live and love as the heart wants. Claiming that freedom will take all of the courage one young man has, but he won't have to face it alone. In small, conservative Sierra Pines, California, Reverend Gabriel is the law. His son, Willy, follows his dictates, until he meets a man in Sacramento and reunites with him in his hometown—right under his father's nose. Reggie is Sierra Pines's newly appointed sheriff. His dedication to the job means not flaunting his sexuality, but when he sees Willy again, he can't escape the feeling that they're meant to be together. He'll keep Willy's secret until Willy is ready to let the world see who he really is. But if going up against the church and the townspeople isn't enough, the perils of the work Reggie loves so much might mean the end of their romance before it even gets off the ground.




Willy kicked at the ground, slightly slouched, refusing to look up. “Okay, I guess. But there is no one….” He seemed so lost.
“There will be. Don’t make the same mistakes I did and rush into it. I got hurt pretty bad.” Why Reggie was going into this with someone he barely knew was more than he could understand. The guys knew the truth about what happened to him and that was all. Not even his parents knew all the details. “Not that I would hurt you, but you don’t know me at all. You deserve more than that.” With what he hoped was an encouraging smile, Reggie turned away and headed to Vick’s car. The other two were in the back seat, so he folded his large frame into the front of the small car, buckled up, and closed his eyes.
“Struck out?” Casey teased.
“No. He wanted to. But… I backed away.”
Casey groaned and Bobby snickered. Vick was the only one who said nothing, backing out of the space and getting on the road to the freeway.
“Why not? You would have been good to him. Right?”
“Of course I would have,” Reggie growled. “But he was so scared, and this was his first time venturing out anywhere. I told him to wait and make his first time special with someone he cared about.” He turned to the back seat, where the other two sat, looking at each other. “Do you remember your first time?” he asked both of them. “Was it special or something fumbling and ridiculous?” He already knew the answer because they’d shared their first-time stories years ago.
“But you would have made it special for him, and now some other guy is going to come along and probably be a dick to him, big-time,” Bobby piped up.
“Shut up,” Vick said. “You’re being an ass, and Reggie was being nice and did the right thing. Half the people in that bar kept looking at that kid like he was a piece of meat.” Vick patted Reggie’s leg gently. “I’m proud of you. Yeah, you could have gotten laid, but you took the gentlemanly way and not only helped the kid, but maybe gave him something to think about. That was pretty cool.”
“Yeah. Reggie was nice. The perfect hero. So as a reward, he’s going home with his right hand instead of that tight, hot little body that could be wrapped around him like a pretzel right about now. Oww!” Casey groused when Bobby smacked him on the shoulder. “What are you hitting me for?”
“You’re being an ass,” Bobby told him. “Now stop it.” He patted Reggie’s shoulder. “You’re right. You were nice to him. It would have been nice to have had someone older to help us when we were trying to figure shit out. Because, man, did we manage to fuck things up bad so many times. It’s a miracle we didn’t all die of broken hearts and end up with permanent appointments at the clap clinic.”
Yeah, Reggie knew he’d done the right thing, but still, Casey was right, and it bugged him that his mind flashed images of just what he might have missed.





Friday, September 7, 2018

Fallen Sun by: Harule Stokes w/ Interview & Giveaway



Title: Fallen Sun
Author: Harule Stokes
Series: Interconnected Standalone to Sectors with No Series Name
Genre: Fantasy. Science Fiction Thriller
Publisher: One Wave Publishing
Release Date: May 15 2016
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/ Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
1st grade teacher turned super-soldier struggles to keep her two sisters-in-arms safe during a bloody war. But, the process that created these powerful living weapons is also turning some into psychopathic, schizophrenic killers.
"You think being a genetically enhanced super-soldier is hard? Trying being a 1st grade teacher."
That was a joke Jocelyn use to say to her teammate in training camp. Today, many of those she befriended in camp are dead. Desperate to keep her two sisters-in-arms alive, Jocelyn is willing to throw herself into any challenge. Sadly, that's going to be harder than she thought, because Ophelia is slowing going mad and Patricia is just a normal human who just happens to be an incredible sniper... but still just normal.
How do you defeat foes that can turn the earth herself against you?
How do you defeat foes that can dodge bullets?
How do you defeat foes who've already signed their own death warrants?
With the war between the Northern Alliance and Keynosa leaving both of their lands in ruins, Jocelyn's and her team are finally poised to win and end the war for good. But, a new weapon, one that can instantly stop even a super-soldier with a single shot, has hit the battlefield.
Together, Patricia, Jocelyn and Ophelia are sent on a mission to destroy this new weapon and their enemy is willing to throw all they have to stop them. These living war machines are in a race against two enemies, but which will destroy them first? The lethal new weapon from Keynosa or their own inner demons?


She was such a beautiful girl. When I first saw her, I felt a twinge of jealousy. Everything was perfect on her, nothing sagged or jiggled. Flawless, she turned to me, smiling, asking about my necklace. It was my most cherished possession, given to me by my students.

I lost that thing on a battlefield. I can’t even remember which one now. It was a valuable reminder of my old life as a teacher. Now, it’s just something else I lost on one of many battlefields.
“Oa, do you remember when we first met?” I ask, chuckling to the glass between us. “Oh god, I found you so annoying. So perky and outgoing — and you had no filter whatsoever. You know, I actually wanted to smack you when you dared to invade my space and touch my necklace.
“Do you remember that necklace?” I ask. No response of course, but in my mind’s eye, her playful expression brightens the room.
I wipe the fog of my breath from the glass and stand straight, eying the flickering light of the screen above her prison. “Now that I know you, I can see you did it because you were nervous.” I return my eyes to the receding condensation. “We both were. It’s just, I didn’t want to talk... certainly not to someone so sickeningly cute.”
The egg beeps in response.
“I still laugh when I think back to the inoculation incident. It was finally your turn, and the long steel pole came down and injected you. That’s when we first met Patricia.” I laugh. “You jumped and let out that weird high-pitched yelp that terrified everyone in line behind us.”
“I do remember that.” I hear from behind me. It’s Patricia. I’d know her voice anywhere. I’m surprised I didn’t sense her entrance. Must be this room but shielded. Must save techs the trouble of calming the revived FOG soldiers when they wake them. “What are you doing in here, Jos?” Patricia asks as if she doesn’t know.
“Keeping Oa company, of course,” I say, turning to face her. The sight of Patricia stops my thoughts in their tracks. She looks gorgeous! “Oh my God, Pat, look at you!”
Her lopsided smirk quickly becomes a full smile. “What? I told you I was going to the party.”
“I know that, but I didn’t expect to see... this,” I say, waving my hand up and down in her direction.
She grins widely, brushing her hands down her dress. “It’s nice, right? I got it made weeks ago, had it shipped to the camp. I promised myself I’d wear it if we ever won back Steel Harbor.”
“No, sweetie, it’s not just the dress, it’s the woman wearing it. You are rockin’ that dress, girl!” I exclaim.