I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.

He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship as well. She hadn’t expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn’t want to lose her either.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.