Enticing Mr. Wrong - Ch. 28.2

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Anonymous said…
They made me want to cry. I was really feeling their emotions.
10:23 AM
Suprina said…
Tonia: I must be doing something right if your emotions were tugged on with this scene. The fact that you were really feeling THEIR emotions confirms that and lets me know how much I'm growing as a writer.

That's what good/on the way to great writers are supposed to do - make the readers FEEL. I'm on my way!
10:59 AM
Anonymous said…
You are about to make me cry for them. What will happen now? Will Bonz really cheat or will he not have sex until tell she comes back into town? That is a long time for a man that is used to having sex at any time to go without getting any. Sorry about not posting earlier. You had me hooked wanting to know what would happen next.
1:25 PM
Suprina said…
Jessie: Hey, girl! I was wondering if you were lurking about. lol. You definitely had more to say on the other blog. lol.

I can't tell you what's going to happen next, but I promise to try to post later today so you can see for yourself.

And yes, I kinda feel like crying for Bonz and Aisha myself. What a way to find your soul-mate.

Stay tuned...
1:38 PM
Anonymous said…
aahhhh. that was such a touching scene. It's tugging at my heart strings. I really feeling for Bonz.
4:34 PM
Suprina said…
Anon: It was touching, wasn't it?

Stay tuned for more...It gets even better.
10:01 PM
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