Are words really necessary? I doubt any of you will even see the words on this page, not with such a-MA-zing male anatomy on display. Let me give props to Tracy from Goodreads who found this for me and e-mailed it over.

I am in love.

His name, I'm told, is Jed Hill. And I wish my name were Mrs. Jed Hill. I would gladly have 12 kids with this man — or at least try.

I've got a weakness for men with strong obliques, perhaps because my first lover was an Olympic-caliber gymnast (he was on his countr...