Daddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions and puff himself up for her. Become her man. Her rock. I smiled. I loved him so much. He'd dragged mom kicking and screaming from grief once before and I knew I could rest easy that he would never let grief steal her from him again. No matter what happened to me.
Karen Marie MoningHe didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.
Karen Marie MoningBeautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
Karen Marie Moning