He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower.
Laurell K. HamiltonNo name-calling truly bites deep unless, in some dark part of us, we believe it. If we are confident enough then it is just noise.
Laurell K. HamiltonIf you're open to it, New Orleans will teach you about yourself, but if you want to hide from who you really are, the city will help you do that, too.
Laurell K. Hamilton