I didnโt say, You are such a stuffy asshole. And he didnโt say, If you ever burn one of my quarter-of-a-million dollar rugs again Iโll take it out of your hide, and I didnโt say, Oh, honey, wouldnโt you like to? And he didnโt say Grow up, Ms. Lane, I donโt take little girls to my bed, and I didnโt say I wouldnโt go there if it was the only safe place from the Lord Master in all of Dublin.
Karen Marie MoningChloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter
Karen Marie MoningDriving 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.
Karen Marie Moning