Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.

He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

He isn’t so much flirting,” Cerise murmured. “Either he doesn’t like me or he doesn’t know how.” “Of course he likes you. You’re lovely. He probably just doesn’t get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. “I thought I’d have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn’t a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.