Finding Their Way Back by Cindy Spencer Pape

Here's a blurb and an excerpt from friend and fellow author, Cindy Spencer Pape, from her new release, "Finding Their Way Back", one of the books included in an anthology for the Wayback Texas Series.

Good luck, Cindy!

Enjoy,

Taylor

ONE STARLIT NIGHT by Stacy Dawn
When Elizabeth O'Leary meets up with the cowboy she's been avoiding for over two years, she doesn't know whether to trust her heart or her head. One tells her Grey Wulfsen just might be The One, the other tells her it doesn’t matter because he'll never forgive her when he finds out what she took away with her on that one starlit night.

AFTER THE RODEO by Cindy Spencer Pape
Free Wulfsen learned early on that rodeo relationships never last. After one wild weekend, the barrel racer finds herself married to bull rider Zane Malone. She’s all set to ask him for a divorce when she takes a fall—and finds out she’ll have more to remember him by than a ring. Now it’s up to Zane to convince her that love can last after the rodeo’s over.

UNDER A RODEO MOON by Roni Adams
Bull rider Dusty Wulfsen has been thrown to the ground by more bulls than he can remember, yet nothing caused as much pain as losing Carrie Montgomery. When she shows up in Wayback determined to have a second ride at his heart, he knows he'd be a fool to let her near him. But memories of those nights under a rodeo moon have him coming back for more.

And here is a unique excerpt from AFTER THE RODEO

Free tugged at her wrist. “Why do I need an IV for a broken ankle?”
The middle-aged nurse gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’s just fluids, hon. Your body is a little dehydrated.”
“Can’t you just give me a big bottle of water instead?” Come to think of it, she was thirsty. She tried to sit up and fell back into the pillow, hard, when the room started spinning and colors faded in and out. “Shit. Concussion.”
“Yep. The doctor will be in to talk to you in just a minute or two. Meanwhile, we’ve got somebody here who’s been waiting anxiously to see you. And, honey, if I had someone like him waiting, I sure as heck wouldn’t be trying to go anywhere.”
It had to be one of her brothers. They always got that kind of response from women, young, old, or anywhere in between. She thought for a moment she’d seen Zane, heard his voice in the ambulance, but she had to be imagining it. She really hoped he hadn’t seen her fall and followed her to the hospital. She was in no shape right now to talk to him about signing the divorce papers.
Luck wasn’t with her, though. The door to her room opened and in walked Zane. He smiled at the nurse, and went to tip his hat—which wasn’t there. His wavy dark hair was a little longer than she remembered, and it seemed to be sticking out every which way, as if he’d been shoving his hands through it over and over.
“Hey, you’re awake.” He moved over to Free’s side and looked down at her. God knew, she probably looked like hell.
“What are you doing here?” She shifted in the bed, exasperated that she couldn’t seem to move without her head pounding. She’d had concussions before, but this one was a doozy. “Help me sit up some. Where’s the damn button?”
“Right here.” He handed her the remote for the bed, then helped her with her pillows as the mechanism lifted her up into a slightly more upright position. It still hurt like hell, but at least now she could talk with people, not up at them—normal people, anyway. “Sit down,” she muttered at Zane. “You’re too damn tall.”
He pulled a chair over to where she could see him without craning her neck, and sat.
There was a hint of a grin on his tanned, handsome face as he said, “Well, you sound like you’re recovering. Cranky as ever, I see.”
“What are you doing here, Zane? Where’re my brothers?”
“They’re waiting impatiently in the lobby. Doc let me come in first. Last time I checked, I was still your husband, Free. We may not have figured out much about this marriage business, but did you really think I’d stand back and pick my nose when you were hurt?”
He sounded almost wounded, and Free felt a little pang of remorse. She’d tried so hard to steel her heart against him over the past two weeks, but it hadn’t really occurred to her that she had the power to hurt him. Somehow, she’d just assumed he’d be regretting their impulsive wedding just as much as she did.
“Look, Free, there’s something we need to talk about…,” he began. He reached out and clasped her hand—the one without the IV.
She blinked rapidly as she gazed back at him. His big brown eyes were troubled. Had the doctor told him something, thinking he was really her husband? Were her injuries more severe than she’d thought—maybe even—she gulped—career-ending? Or was he trying to tell her he wanted to end their sham of a marriage?
“Free, that weekend in Laughlin…”
He broke off as the doctor walked in. Free had spoken to him only a little before they’d moved her out of the ER, but he hadn’t given her any list of injuries or prognosis. Or else she’d been too groggy to remember if he had.
“Ms. Wulfsen,” the doctor, a nice-looking man in his late thirties, began. “The good news is there’s no skull damage, and the ankle fracture is a clean break. You’ll be back on your feet in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks? Doc, I have to ride for a living. Can’t you put it in a walking cast—or a riding cast, or something to get me back in the ring as quickly as possible?” Right now the ankle was propped on pillows and wrapped in a soft cast—several layers of cotton, gauze, and elastic bandage. It was the only part of her that didn’t hurt—they’d given her a shot before they set the bone, and her whole lower leg was nicely numb.
The doctor shot a worried look at Zane, who gave him a helpless shrug in return and shook his head. Oh, yeah, these two knew something they weren’t telling her. She glared at both of them. “Come on. Spit it out, you two.”
“I’m afraid, ma’am, that you are going to be out for the season. Not because of your injuries, but because you’re pregnant.”

Out of Her Dreams with Fran Lee

I'd like to take a moment to welcome erotic romance author Fan Lee and thank her for taking the time to answer a few questions about her new release, Out of Her Dreams, from Ellora's Cave.

Enjoy, readers. It was a fun interview.

Taylor

1.) How long have you been interested in writing?

Since I read War and Peace in the 6th grade. But Romance came at age 14, about the time I started creating characters in my head as I rode the school bus and carried my books from class to class. I would pretend I was having a conversation with my hero or heroine. I got some odd looks, I’ll tell you! LOL!

2.) Can you tell your readers a little bit about your first publishing experience?

Well, I was “published” many years back when I wrote for a martial arts magazine or two, but I don’t count that as part f the publishing experience. I first tried to get published back in 1987, after writing a very complicated, very sexy story that followed several different characters through a fantasy world I created. I found a literary agent who loved the book, and he began submitting it to every publisher he knew.

Sadly enough, the rejections came back with “We are sorry, but your novel doesn’t fit into any of the categories ____ is currently publishing. Good luck…” or, “We are sorry, but _____ does not publish erotic romance of this nature. Perhaps you would be better served to try elsewhere…”

One publisher told my agent that my stuff “was too hot to handle” and that I should tone it down.

I didn’t toss it out. I set it aside. And then one day, 20-some years later, I was browsing the web and Googled “Romance” and up popped a dozen publishers who published e-books.

I decided, “what the heck?” and submitted one of the 24 year old novels to Ellora’s Cave. Rejected. But this time I asked “Why”?. I was told to read the submission guidelines (DUH!) and resubmitted. It was picked up and I could’ve been knocked over with a feather. After that, I just started sending in stories. The ones that were rejected, and I didn’t want to change, I sent on to another publisher. I now have two great publishers.

3.) How did you come to have a place on Examiner.com and what qualifications do you have that make you such a fabulous interviewer?

I Google a lot! I Googled Romance Novels (like I mentioned) and up pops an Examiner.com Romance Novels Examiner site back in Houston Texas. I was so impressed by the commentary that the author gave on novels, I thought, ‘that sounds like a wonderful way to promote Romance Novels.’ And it sounded like a fabulous way to promote e-publishers, since they didn’t seem to have many people promoting them, all in all.

One of my publishers uses the phrase “Green publishing”, and I thought that people should know about that concept, especially with the world’s greenhouse problems and the waste of cutting millions of trees to make paperback books.

There is an Examiner.com site for my city, so I clicked on the “write for us” link. There was quite a long app, and it went into publishing experience, computer experience, and background stuff. They wrote back and said they had to do a background check on me. Then they set me up with my own column and here I am! Oh…the Texas Romance Novels Examiner whose column got me interested was Teri Thackston. The same Teri Thackston who took home the 2009 EPPIE Award for best paranormal romance.

4.) Can you tell us a little about your current work in progress?

I am not working on any new projects yet. I am just finishing fle’s on a book that will be released August 25th from Resplendence Publishing, titled Dictated by Fate. I am waiting for edits to come back on A Brief Moment of Pleasure, due out next February from Resplendence, and on an anthology piece I submitted under contract to Resplendence titled Carnal Reunions ~ First and Ten. I have dozens more books waiting to be submitted, but I will take this one book at a time until they are all out there.


5.) Can you tell us about your new release, Out of Her Dreams?

Yes, thanks for asking! Out of Her Dreams is a story about a rather timid, self-conscious writer who suffered traumatic injuries from a car wreck at a young age. Sam survived, but lost most of her family. She was left virtually alone…with a lot of scars, both emotional and physical. She dreamed up a hero…someone she could love and be loved by, despite all her emotional baggage and physical scars, and after awhile, she began to write about this dream lover. Her first book was an instant hit.

Her dreams were hot…and after five books about her dream man, while she is riding a wave of popularity as an author, she comes face to face with a man who looks so much like her hero, it’s scary! It gets even scarier when she finds out that his name also matches her sexy hero’s name…and he’s come looking for the woman who’s been splattering his face all over the known world on her mushy romance novels!

Here’s a blurb:
She’s a best-selling erotic romance writer. Her fans adore her. She’s making excellent money. All by writing about a man she dreamed up many years ago. Her hero is handsome, virile, sexy, strong, sensitive and a complete gentleman.

He’s a hot-headed, sex-on-the-hoof pro wrestler. He has a reputation for being the hottest, nastiest man on the mats. The fact that his face and body are plastered all over a bunch of mushy romance novels written by a woman with a death wish doesn’t sit well on those massive shoulders. His agent’s demanding monetary retribution from the woman who’s dared to use his image on her covers but he has another form of retribution in mind…and it has nothing to do with money.

She was his the moment he touched her. He came out of her dreams to claim her, and she wants every hot, throbbing inch of that delicious man.

He wants her, naked, at his mercy. One hot, orgasmic night wasn’t nearly enough. She ran…but he’ll find her.
Here’s an excerpt:
She walked slowly across the luxuriously thick carpet to the ready supper table set up before the fireplace and looked about the decadently fabulous room. Obviously he had planned on a very private dinner and drink. She touched the bottle of champagne and swallowed hard. Dear Lord. She didn’t know if she could manage being alone with him again. She didn’t realize she wasn’t alone until his voice made her turn with a little gasp.
“You have my book?” The sight of him standing in the doorway of the luxurious sitting room made her breath leave her in a startled whoosh.
Control yourself, Sam. It is not polite to stare and drool.
She nodded jerkily, opening the bag and taking out the hardback copy. “Of course. You paid for it.”
She held it out as he walked across the room to stop a couple of feet from her. He looked awe-inspiring in a beautifully tailored silk shirt that was open to show his corded neck and a pair of trim Armani slacks. The material sleekly covered but didn’t hide the massively muscled body beneath it and her mouth went dry again. God but that man had a walk—predatory and as sexy as hell.
She had no idea real live men could look so utterly marvelous and perfect. Dream men could but certainly not real ones. Heat pooled and swirled in the area somewhere below her navel, moving into the suddenly damp center of her body as the man moved toward her like some big cat on the prowl, those dark eyes moving down her body to her feet before returning slowly to her red face. A shot of something honeyed and hot surged through her at that look and she knew exactly what was on his mind because the exact same thing was running through hers.
He took the book from her hand slowly and opened it to the flyleaf, his dark eyes touching the page for a long moment before returning to her face again.
“You were serious about that dream bit?” His voice was quiet. A small smile curved his lips.
Oh. My. God. That mouth.
She swallowed and nodded jerkily. “Yes.”

The sight of her standing beside the intimate little table for two sent a jolt of lust knifing through him almost painfully. David could almost taste her delicate floral perfume, along with the warm, delicious scent of a woman who craved what she saw. She stood bravely erect in an incredible blue silk dress that hugged every lush curve she possessed. The warmth of her body and the need in those emerald eyes fired his blood and made his groin swell and come alive with a vengeance. He found himself staring like an idiot. A horny idiot.
It was suddenly hard to remember why he had asked her to come. Was it to discuss the books, or was it simply to see her again? To take her and slowly strip her and taste her soft skin with his lips and tongue until she begged him to bury his cock inside her and finish it up right? Okay. That sounded good. Damn good.
She handed him the book with nervous hands and he wondered what those hands would feel like moving over his naked body. What she would think if he just tossed the damn book and dragged her against him to let her feel how rock-hard he was and how much he craved her. And as he opened it to stare at the autograph she had scrawled over the flyleaf page, he knew that she was not leaving here tonight until he had tasted every inch of that creamy skin.

6.) Are you a night owl, do you work in the mornings, or is it a combination of both?

I write any time of the day or night, usually whenever I can. I used to be up all night, and go to bed at like 7 a.m. but I have family living here now, and can’t do that. However, I do most of my work between 8 p.m. and 3 a.m.

7.) What is your favorite genre to write?

Erotic Romance, paranormal Romance. I recently did a shape shifter. That was a blast! But whatever genre I write, it has to have humor and heat. Sometimes I am writing and the characters just go comedian on me, and I roll with it.

8.) Did your genre choose you or did you choose your genre?

My books choose me. I have said before that I don’t write books…I channel them. I will sit down and just start writing, and then things just start to happen. I never have a plan in mind when I write. It rolls out as I write, and I sometimes feel like someone else is telling me the story in the back of my head. Maybe that’s why I love to read paranormal and write paranormal romance.

Dictated by Fate began as a normal story, but it kept jerking me back to things that were happening as if by fate instead of by accident. I am firmly of the opinion that there are no accidental meetings. Something outside (or inside) us guides us where we are going, and it’s always for a purpose.

Out of Her Dreams is also about people finding each other across great distances and spans of time. My characters came together not by sheer accident, but rather were drawn to each other.

9.) Can you tell your fans where they can find your work? Website, links, etc.

I have a number of websites…and I share two websites with other authors as group efforts! Here…you can pick and choose…or check them out all, if you want. LOL!
http://franleesromanceblog.blogspot.com/
http://www.franleeromance.com/
http://franleesbookreviews.blogspot.com/
http://franleesensuousromance.blogspot.com
http://sixsexysirens.blogspot.com/
http://goddessesofstorytelling.blogspot.com/
http://www.examiner.com/x-5288-Salt-Lake-City-Romance-Novel-Examiner
http://youtube.com/user/dragonlady10

10.) What are you working on next?

I am working on a holiday anthology that I am looking forward to sharing with others. I have one friend who is interested, but I’m seeking three or four more friends to join with us in working on this. I have some ideas of what the stories will be about, but until we have the contributors, that’s still up in the air. And I have a few old books written years back (like all of my novels) that I am polishing up for submission.


11.) What is your one guilty pleasure, non-writing related, of course.

Moi? Guilty pleasure? No such thing. At my age, you dump the guilt and go after what you want. You chase it and catch it…problem is, those darn cover model guys run faster than I do… ; P

Thank you Fran, I'm honored that you've taken the time to answer a few questions. Good luck on sales with Out of Her Dreams.

Thanks so much for inviting me! Usually I am on the other side of the interview, and answering the questions is a real pleasure once in a while!

History by Boat

My son, my mother, and I spent the day moving from the Canadian to the United States side of Lake of the Woods, on our last fishing day before my he went back to Maryland to pick-up his MOS (job) training for the marines.

The sun was actually shining and the winds relatively calm for the North Country.

We had an incredible day, though he was disappointed that he didn’t catch his big Muskie. His record is a 44 inches, and he’s dying to beat it.
He did hook into a 34 inch Northern Pike but I’m afraid I let it slip out of the cradle and the scary looking thing broke the lure and escaped. My son is strictly catch and release, but he’d like a picture first, apparently, the fish wasn’t in the mood.

Talk about feeling guilty, but my son took it all in stride. This was, in fact, my first fishing weekend in Minnesota, even though we’ve lived here since 2002.

I did manage to land a little Walleye, which I was extremly proud of, even though he was my only fish. He was, however, the first fish on the boat! Ha'.

As we were making our way back to the resort where we’d rented the boat, in the Northwest Angle, we stopped to fish some reeds, where my son tells me that the monster Muskie’s reside.

I looked over my shoulder and said, “Hey, that looks like a fort.”

Fort St. Charles

It was. It was Fort St. Charles.
I’ve read about Fort St. Charles, and as a matter of fact, it was Fort St. Charles and an Indian massacre of French explorers that had first spawned the idea of a murder mystery set on Lake of the Woods. I snapped my mouth closed and my son moved in for pictures.

A silence fell over us all as we coasted by the fort, which now sits on Magnuson Island, virtually in the middle of nowhere.

The fort was established and constructed in 1732 by a band of Canadian French voyagers, led by Pierre La Verendrye, and is the resting place of Father Aulneau, Jean Baptiste La Verendrye (son of the famous explorer) and 19 of their companions who were massacred by the Sioux Indians in June of 1736 on Massacre Island in Lake of the Woods.

The fort was restored in exact replica beginning in 1908 and is on the National Register of Historical Places, and is considered to be one of the most historic places in Minnesota.

Today it stands on the exact outlines of the original fort and the reconstruction and the graves of the remaining dead are all that is left to mark the presence of the first white settlement on Lake of the Woods.

So much history and it was awe inspiring to be there.
Have you ever visited a place that has just given you chills? Knowing the history, almost feeling the presence of the long forgotten dead.

I haven’t been able to travel much in my life, but I have to say that history calls to me. Maybe it’s that place inside me that inspires me to write, that seeks out the past and the desire to walk where they walked, to imagine how they lived.

Taylor

Awe of nature

You can't tell, but we are out in the
middle of nowhere, on the Canadian side of Lake of the Woods.

That's a cute little red fox who is running up and down the side of the road, sorting through garbage. Yes, garbage.

I live literally in the middle of nowhere. Hunters are driving up and down my road constantly, not to mention loggers, and do you know what makes me so angry about it.

Not the traffic, nor the vehicles themselves, sometimes driving seventy or eighty miles per hour on our little dirt road, but the litter that these people leave behind.

Hasn't anyone ever heard of "Pack it in, pack it out." Meaning, if you bring it with you, take it with you when you leave.

In today's world, with technology creating green products and vehicles that get 60 miles to the gallon and run on batteries, you would think that humankind would be more conscious of what 'We' do to mother nature.

It's up to us to keep the world clean, it's up to us to instill this ideology into our children so future generations are aware of the delicate balance between man, animals and the earth.

Taylor

My Fabulous Day, What's Yours?

Lake of the Woods, Northern Minnesota

My son is home on a six-day leave before he begins training for his MOS (Job skill training) in Maryland.

It seems as though we’ve all been going non-stop since the moment he called me on the phone and asked me to pick him up the next morning at 10:00 a.m. in Minneapolis, which is about a six-hour drive, give or take.

He’s home to say goodbye to a very dear friend, one who helped my son learn about friendship and bridging the gap between generations present and past.

I think it’s difficult for a twenty year old, a young man with so much life ahead of him, to face the prospect of death, especially one who has just become a United States Marine.

To top it off, Delbert was extremely over medicated, and barely recognized him and I know that it hurt my son, but that he understands what being so ill does to a person.

He also understands more than ever that you must live life to the fullest, every moment that you have on this earth must be grasped with both hands.

“Mom, all I want it to go fishing,” Anthony said to me on Thursday after we left Delbert sleeping in his chair. “I know I’m going to Afghanistan and I don’t know how long it’ll be before I’m able to come home again.”

My son driving the boat we borrowed from a former employer of his, who has remained a close friend and are resort owners.

Those words nearly brought tears to my eyes, but I was strong. I just nodded and agreed to spend the day on the Lake of the Woods with my son and my mother.

It was one of the best days that I’ve had in years.

So I wanted to share a few pictures of the second largest body of water in Minnesota. Lake Superior would be the first, of course.

My son and I...this is as close as I come to 'touching' a fish!
I even caught my first Northern Pike. He was twenty-two inches long. My mom went to take a picture of my first Minnesota fish ever, and my camera had been inadvertently left on in the case, so we had to use the standby, my son’s disposable, waterproof camera!

Then, my son had to prove his expert angler skills by landing a forty-inch Northern Pike. We had to use a cradle to get it into the boat and let me tell you, it was pure chaos.
Neither my mother nor I have ever seen such a HUGE fish in person. It sort of reminds me of a prehistoric fish. Longer than my arm, heavy, with gigantic eyes and teeth. Did I mention the teeth?

Driftwood on an island beach. It's so beautiful, in an eerie way.

After nearly nine hours of hardcore fishing, the smooth as glass lake surface turned into whitecaps as a summer storm blew in from nowhere, and we pulled into the dock and unloaded just at the rain hit.

Running to the car in the downpoar, we unloaded the fishing gear, and drove to town for dinner. We were sunburned, tired and aching, but God, it was a fabulous day!

One of the many tiny islands that dot Lake of the Woods, inspiration for a romantic mystery about murder, of course. So, what do you love to do? If you had limited time, and had an opportunity to do one thing that you loved, what would it be, my friends?

Taylor

A Skewed View

"Dumpling" baby kitten looking at the world upside down.

It's easy sometimes to have a skewed view of the world. Especially as a romance writer.

We tend to look at everything that happens, run it through our busy brains, and try to manufacture it, twist it, or distort it into a good plot.

I often hear people ask authors where they get their ideas, and I can honestly say that I believe most authors are just great listeners and observers of humans and the world around them.

It can be an overheard conversation, a snippet of a news story on the radio or television, an article in a magazine, or simply listening to doctors conversing in a hospital.

The source rarely matters, but it's the material that makes us ask, "What if" and it's that simple question that can lead to the m0st twisted of plots.

So, if you're a new author looking for inspiration, just remember to open your ears and your mind. Jot down ideas in a notebook, journal, or a specific file in your computer created for that specific purpose alone.

The only difference between a romance author and an author of say horror or science fiction is the fact that a romance author will twist a story like an artist molding clay, and then toss in a couple who are destined to fall in love.

Me, I add a lot of hot sex to that and bam--an erotic romance is born.

What do you do for ideas?

Taylor

Are you working hard?

Tux kitty needs a hand...

Working Hard
I was relaxing last night and finally decided to read a vampire romance that I’d picked up weeks ago and have been saving for just the right moment.
I know, I know, but I do that sometimes. I buy a few books and hang on to them, like candy hidden in the desk drawer, candy that I alone know is there, but I won’t eat until that perfect moment, somehow making it taste even better.
While reading the book, however, something kept nagging at me. I couldn’t quite figure it out until I was waist deep in the middle of a pivotal love scene.
The author was working so hard to write the love scenes without explicit sex that reading them was uncomfortable, drawing attention to the sexual acts themselves and making them feel almost…I don’t know, shallow and awkward.
I realized at that moment how lucky I am to be able to express myself completely, to allow my characters to react to one another instinctively, and to have the ability to articulate myself without restraint or borders.
Writing erotic romance has allowed me to have a certain kind of frankness in my work, and I don’t have to struggle with ‘purple prose’ or try to think of words that I can use to substitute the word vagina or to describe the hero’s penis.
Will I ever be able to go back? I’d like to think so, but I haven’t yet found a story to tell that doesn’t allow for fabulously descriptive sex, and maybe I don’t want to.
I think that writing without those invisible boundaries allows for incredible action, nail-biting suspense, and lets me test myself as an author and a modern woman. It certainly isn’t easy, that’s for sure.
It’s not for everybody, I realize that, but it’s a niche that I’m proud to say I enjoy.
So, I’d love to know. Do you write erotic romance? Is it easy for you or do you have to work to drop your inhibitions and go wild on the page?
Taylor

Find Your Peace

Flowers on a tree in my yard. Finally!

It’s been a busy week so far and it’s not over yet. Our cold, rainy days have finally disappeared, though the nights are falling into the mid 30’s and 40’s, even near freezing.

I finally planted some perennials and two rose bushes. God, nothing like the smell of a fresh rose. I’m not sure if they’ll survive, but they are supposed to be sturdy for this climate…which can be extremely harsh.

My son has graduated from Marine Combat Training and was shipped to Maryland for his MOS (job) training. He loves it there so far, and is in a room with two other marines, so he thinks he’s in heaven.

Today, I have to face a very dear friend who is terminally ill. Good Ol’ Del. Our lives were richer after we met him, connecting us with generations past. He lived on his land, no electricity and no running water. He’s a simple man, an old cowboy who was a loner.

Which I realize is something I’m becoming. Writing can be a lonely world. If it weren’t for my writing buddies, I probably wouldn’t have a conversation with anyone on most days.

I guess that’s why we live here, in the great north woods. It’s serene, and easy to get lost, to be so isolated that you lose touch with the world. It feels that way sometimes, but then again, when I walk out and watch the birds eating seed, and see the horses grazing in the pasture, my soul feels at peace.

What brings you peace?
Taylor