I love fiction. Fantasy, romance, historical. It takes me away from all the things weighing me down and depressing me. Lets me focus on something good and enjoy the trials and triumphs of the characters I'm following.
""No," Finn groaned. "Not the Aston. Anything but the Aston. I just got it a month ago. The blood will never come out of the leather seats. Even Sophia won't be able to get it out."
"What do you suggest then, your highness?" I snapped. He pointed.
"Get my Benz. At least it's burgundy inside.""