I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?" Nora, Crescendo

You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?

If you need one more reason, I love you.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.