You know, the TSTL ones who always forget their cell phones or let the battery die when a serial killer is after them. Apparently, there’s a link between cell phone usage and decreasing sperm quality … so that explains how, after the killer has been caught and the couple firmly ensconced in their HEA epilogue, the heretofore-infertile heroine suddenly becomes pregnant: when the hero realized that she wasn’t dead — just her battery — and then he took her in a fit of relieved lust, his weakling little swimmers become Michael Phelps.
Oh! and this is a reminder that I’ll be at Powell’s in Beaverton tomorrow night — Friday at 7pm. And, since I’ll probably be starving by the time it’s done, McMenamin’s afterward. If you can stand the look of their fries (I always go for the tots there) anyone who wants to is more than welcome to join me.
ETA: I originally wrote “hitherto-infertile,” then wondered if I’d chosen the wrong word, and thought, oh yes, it’s heretofore! So I published the post, then went to go look it up to make ultra-certain I’d chosen the right one … but they are both right.