“Your screenplay sucks, Mrs. Frey, but I know a way you can make it up to me. And afterward, you can stay late and rewrite the ending."

Hey, it's my birthday.

We thought midlife hadn't been hard enough up until now so we decide to date while we trudged through the Celibate Desert. We're so thirsty.

Stopping quickly in The Ivy’s valet area, movie star Bran Barclay stepped from his plaid Tesla. His neon smile lit up the grey L.A. horizon.

I missed her passing by 12 hours and I am mad with anguish!

My horse fell on me, violently thrashing, like a turtle stuck on his back. I looked at the silent police officer lying next to me...

“I want you to ride bareback behind me on my horse to Sagebrush,” the handsome Scot said, brushing the hair away from my face... ​Bareback?

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Mavish,” he cried, and she pushed him away. “Please don’t take my boy!” he begged in anguish.

As the car began to skid, sparks flew up from the plane's propellors as they dug into the concrete.

The Choctaw woman looked through the back of her moving wagon and saw a man riding alongside her horse, trying to steal it.

There's only so much temptation a couple of divorced, celibate grownups can take.