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

You are perfect for a female." "Not where I come from." "Then they're using the wrong standard.

[Devina] “You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.” “Because you have cookies, right.” Those black eyes returned to his own. “And so much more.” “Well, I’m on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite.

Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.

Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.

The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was... was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was… but society had a different standard, and as he always feared, his parents were a part of that.

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.