I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and something was beginning.

Weddings are never about the bride and groom, weddings are public platforms for dysfunctional families.

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity.And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?

I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.

Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.

The look of experience suited him, especially because somewhere deep in those eyes, there still lurked a dangerous invitation to play. He had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. Perfect goodlooks could leave you cold, but this kind of sexy charisma went straight to your knees. -Haven Travis