I just tried typing "Wings in her Spine" into Google and this was the first hit. Here's the excerpt from Google: "On Silver Wings. ... Shivers of pure ecstasy rippled along her spine as he murmured words of love against her hair and lightly caressed the nape of her neck." Oh, and it gets worse, much worse. It's kind of nice to be randomly associated with crappy Celtic romance novels. And my insecurity about the worth of my writing? Temporarily relieved after reading a few lines of On Silver Wings by Elfie Leddy (the author's name, I'm not shitting you). Yes, I'm bitchy today. It'll pass soon.