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Inappropriate Journals are a BIG HIT!

I love all the feedback I'm getting for the Inappropriate Journal collection I I thought I'd make some more. I love making these. Check them out, they make great gifts! Well, that Sh*t Didn't Work...An Autobiography (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 7) Amazon: I Can't Fix Crazy. All I Can Do Is Document It. (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 8) Amazon: All the Sh*t I Do When No One Is Watching (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 9) Amazon: All the Reasons Why I'm Going to Hell (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 10) Amazon: Adventures of an Assassin. You Could Read This...But Then I'd Have to Kill You! (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 11) Amazon: First I Drink the Wine. Then I Write the Words. (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 12) Amazon: And remember, Fall From
There's a new collection of Journals just in time for the holidays...Introducing Inappropriate Journals! The Little Black Book of All the Sh*t I Have to Do Today: Volume 1 (Inappropriate Journals) Amazon US: Amazon UK: My Little Black Book of All the Idiots I Would Love to Throat Punch (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 2) Amazon US: Amazon UK: Drunk Rantings: Journal (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 3) Amazon US: Amazon UK: Keep Your Hands off My F*cking Journal. Jerk. (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 4) Amazon US: Amazon UK: My Little Black Book of Inappropriate Thoughts (Inappropriate Journals) (Volume 5) Amazon US: Amazon UK: My Little Black Book of All the Brilliant Ideas I Have When Sh*tfaced (Inappropriate Journa


Brutally Beautiful is on SALE! For the first time ever, and for a limited time only, Kade Grayson and Samantha Mathews story is only 99¢! AMAZON US AMAZON UK AMAZON CA There was blood all over my hands and I knew I was losing control, because I was more desperate to find a drink, than a napkin to clean off the mess.   A few really strong drinks to block out everything that happened.   I needed something strong to jumpstart my terrified ass into breathing normally again.   My fingers slid across my blood soaked steering wheel, while my body ached and pounded.   Shaking with harsh violent tremors, I tried to catch my breath and focus on driving as fast as I could.   Icy chills from the cold night wracked through my shoulders, even though I had the heater turned up high and the windows closed.   Maybe the bitter coldness was coming from somewhere deep inside me .   The thought sent a quake of chills surging across my throbbing collarbone. “Can you still drive?   Lemme