He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.
Karen Marie MoningHe wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.
Karen Marie MoningNightfall. โWhat a strange word. โNightโ I get. But โfallโ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesnโt fall here. It comes slamming down.
Karen Marie MoningWhat are you?โ I said irritably. โIn the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. Iโm stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I donโt apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.
Karen Marie MoningFor the past few years, I've been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes the plans, picks you up in a car that's not his dad's or his other girlfriend's, and takes you somewhere that shows he put thought into what you might like, not what he might get off on like the latest how-many-naked-boobs-can-we-cram-into-this-movie-to-disguise-the-complete-lack-of-plot movie. I'm looking for the kind of date that starts with good conversation , has a sweet and satisfying middle, and ends with long, slow kisses and the dreamy feeling that you're walking on clouds.
Karen Marie Moning