She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.
Karen Marie MoningI'd never been turned on by the Ken dollโeven before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
Karen Marie MoningI always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.
Karen Marie MoningI wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
Karen Marie MoningYouโre early.โ I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. Itโs not. Mac was at Chesterโs last night at eight. I think sheโs hunting me. Since I canโt be late to avoid her, I have to be early. โWatch broke. Thought I was on time.โ โYou donโt wear a watch.โ โSee? I knew I had a problem. Iโll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.
Karen Marie Moning