If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed.

This is my social face,” he said lightly. “Don’t confuse it with the animal beneath.

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good.

Good.” He straddled her, caging her with his body. “Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero.

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

I write both at home and at coffee shops, and I have a terrible work ethic - I have a tendency to write most of my books right before the deadline. I'm trying to work on that, but so far, I'm not getting any more organized.

Just because I don't deserve her doesn't mean I won't fight to keep her.