I've been looking for you a long time, I just didn't know it. But now I do.

And then as always, I saw the prayer coming at me. And, as always, Number 1 killed me! Set me on fire, cooked me to medium rare and then ate me! I really, really, really hope I haven't just given away the ending of this story.

Cats are like Baptists. You know they raise hell, but you can never catch them at it.

I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.