There are no guarantees. Not with love or with life. But we can't go through life never taking a risk... Put our hearts out there. Take a chance with a boy. We might end up hurt, we might not.

But you are making assumptions without all the facts, and that's not a sign of intelligence.

She already had a headache-she didn't want to add 'get tortured' to today's to-do list.

She's not the one I want." His words came out terse. "It's you. It's been you since...since the minute I first saw you.

Nana used to say whenever you start feeling like the world is taking a bite out of you, bite back by counting your blessings.

Be forewarned,' the vamp said, 'if I learn that there's anything romantic happening here, I'm sending him packing...less a few body parts.' Kylie's mouth dropped open. 'Romantic? Oh, please, he's old. He's as old as you.' Burnett's brow creased. 'Which is my point.' His frown deepened. 'Not that I'm *that* old.

Kylie watched as his shirttail upward, exposing a very hard abdomen. The hem of his shirt inched higher, and she took in the cutest inny belly button she'd ever seen. And then his chest. Solid. Hard. A few drops of water glistened against his skin. Hear heart beat to the sound of passion again.