As we age, two things become very important, friendships and bras...and not just any will do.
Bras (and friendships) should be comfortable, secure and supportive. If you want to throw your bra (or friend) out of a moving vehicle, then it's fair to say the bra (friend) isn't the right fit. When it comes to bras it's okay to be picky and look for the perfect match, because not all bras are created equal. A good bra can take some effort to find, and can be expensive, but when it fits, you'll never want to take it off.
There are different bras for different situations...
Some bras make you feel beautiful, sexy, confident. Some make you feel like you can run a marathon and they'll have your back--or rather, breasts. When you're lucky, you'll find one that checks all the boxes. They come far and few between.
There are many types of bras
Bralette
Nursing bra
Balconette
Corset
Underwire
Bandeau
Push-up
Full cup
Sprts
Demi
Need I go on?
The point is, why settle for something that pinches, is unsupportive, doesn't fit, wears down, and exposes your secrets to everyone?
What's always comforting? Secure? And makes you feel wonderful?
A good book...
Have you read my latest release, All Cowboy and a Holiday Bride? This is book 6 and the final book in the Brother of Dove Grey Series.
Sadie Locke has always been great at giving her friends relationship advice, but when it comes to her own love life not so much. That's why she's not looking for forever. She and Channing have been secretly carrying on a fling for months, but everything's about to change. And boy does Santa have his work cut out for him...
Channing Dawson has life just the way he likes it. His business is thriving. And he and Sadie have a no-strings “friendlationship”. What more could a man want? After his brother passed away, he didn't dare risk loving and losing again. Yet, his heart is speaking a different holiday tune.
Sadie pulls a fast one and makes him her husband. A marriage of convenience or not, the rules are all blurred. He isn’t sure about having a holiday bride, until he realizes he's had feelings for her all along. Sometimes the risk is worth it all. He could get used to sharing Christmas with her, but does she feel the same? Her secrets, and she has plenty, might ruin any chance they have for a future.
Then he receives the unexpected gift of a lifetime...
“Don’t
fall in love,” Sadie Locke sashayed out of the bathroom, bringing with her the fresh
scent of soap and woman. “Now that we’ve taken our first shower together.”
“That’s
what you’re worried about? I asked to take a shower with you and now I’m a risk
for falling in love?” Channing Dawson chuckled then hauled himself up out of
bed and grabbed his rumpled jeans off the floor. “Ain’t happening. I could
never love a water hog.”
She captured
him in her pale grey gaze. “I’m not worried about things going off the grid. I’m
just listing the rules. We don’t want this to get messy. And sorry, that
bathroom is as big as a broom closet and I’m claustrophobic.”
“This is
an old hunting cabin. We’re lucky it has a toilet, let alone a shower. I have
an idea though.” He used his thumbnail to scratch his temple.
“You do?
What’s that?”
“We could always start meeting at your house.
I bet your bathroom, and bed, is plenty big enough.” He didn’t expect a
response to his question, and she didn’t disappoint.
“I’m grateful
this place has indoor plumbing. The mornings are getting nippy.”
“Just so
we’re clear, you don’t have to recite the “rules” every time we get together
like I have a kindergarten education. Sex-only is self-explanatory. We meet up
three times a week, have a good time, and then we go about our own business.”
“Do I
sense some sarcasm in your tone?” She flicked an eyebrow as she recapped the
whiskey bottle they were passing between them last night.
“Nope. I’m capable of keeping my heart, and
dick, in two different lanes.”
“Good
news because I really like what we have here.”
Channing tried to conceal his relief. He
wanted a relationship even less than she did. “Maybe you’re the one who needs reminded.
You did seem pretty in love while you were screaming my name. I guess we should
be grateful this cabin’s in the middle of nowhere otherwise the Sheriff might
fine us for disturbing the peace.”
“Don’t
let this,” she pointed at the bed, “go to your head, cowboy. I make lots of
noise because I’m what they call hyper-sensitive.” One corner of her mouth
played tug-of-war with a smile.
“I won’t
argue that you’re sensitive, but no denying, we have chemistry.”
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