I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.
Karen Marie MoningBorn in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.
Karen Marie MoningCaring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.
Karen Marie MoningGet back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.
Karen Marie MoningI'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
Karen Marie MoningHow will we get back up?" I worried. "I have a different route in mind for our return trip." "Does it involve stairs?" I asked hopefully. "No." "Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles.
Karen Marie Moning