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Some days my otter envy meter runs high. I’d make the trade with any willing lady otter, as long as our mates and...

These days lovers of Tolkien can easily extend their Middle-earth yearnings to the kitchen. Need a great Elevenses bread recipe? Google it! Not...

Sometimes readers of Fierce believe the stories are autobiographical. These readers seem convinced I’ve spent two bushwhacked years alone in the Yukon wilderness,...

Have I mentioned that I love my man? I love his smell, his courage, his sexy everything. I love the way he sacrifices for me...

I was drunk the first time I laid down some fancy footwork on the dance floor. I also laid down my dinner--understandable seeing...

When I was a child, my quasi-adoptive parents were cool. Seriously, undeniably Fleetwood Mac and Rolling Stones cool. They partied with women who...

I have a smart, bratty nephew who inherited a wicked sense of humor from my brother via our bigger-than-life father. At some point during...