I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

When I thought I'd killed him, I felt more alone than I've felt in a long time. Like I couldn't stand walking through this city knowing he wasn't in it. Like somehow, as long as he was out there somewhere, if I was ever really in trouble, I knew where I could go and while maybe he wouldn't do exactly what I wanted him to do, he'd keep me alive. He'd get me through whatever it was to live another day.

I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb." My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.

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

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.