That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, "If I could, I would." "Excuse me?" Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. "If I could love a guy like that, it would be you.

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper