V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.