Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.
Karen Marie MoningHome, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-lined and six feet under.
Karen Marie MoningShe's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn
Karen Marie MoningLife equaled love plus passion squared. Loving and being passionate about what one did was what made life so precious.
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