I couldnโt move. Itโs something Iโm still ashamed of. You always wonder how youโll handle a moment of crisis; if youโve got what it takes to fight or if youโve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you thereโs steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasnโt. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.
Karen Marie MoningThere was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didnโt care.
Karen Marie MoningBarrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldnโt be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photosโsee Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
Karen Marie MoningOch, Dani my darling, you're not giving me a single reason to wait for you to grow up. You're giving me a thousand reasons not to." It's Christian! I'm so glad it's him, not one of the other princes! I turn around in his arms and tip my head back. "Hi, Christian!" I beam at him. He's hotter than the other princes. I'm glad I got him. I'll take the others, too, but I want him first. "I want to grow up. Now. Hurry.
Karen Marie Moning