I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?" A muscle ticked below his eye. "You should have told me anyway." "While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I'm Disease, not Stupid.

Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William

I love who you are, yesterday, now, tomorrow, always.

I can't promise we'll ever use you for a hasty getaway," Cole said, "but with a little work, you might be able to race my grandmother-while she's on her scooter.

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.

Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.

„You,” the female on the bed said, her timbre shaded with irrittion. „New guy. Angel Boy. Colonel Curls, or whatever you want to be called. I'm done asking, so now I'm commanding. Free me.