And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

I don't suppose you cook?" Tucker inquired hopefully. "Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.

I wasn’t going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue." Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest." I’m already asleep. You’re the one gabbing.

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

If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.