It has to be now,” he insisted, a flick of amusement in his voice. He nudged his burgeoning loins against her. “After all, you can’t allow me to go around like this all day.” “From what I’ve learned so far, this is your natural condition,” came her pert reply.

I've never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn't know what to do with it.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

I've always considered myself a feminist, which is such a tough word for people. Some people immediately assume that you're angry or you hate men, which is obviously not true.

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.

One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five million years ago by nailing every female in sight. They charmed, seduced, and behaved like bastards, and yet women were biologically incapable of resisting their magic DNA.

I have always hated flying. The idea of it is an affront to nature. People are meant to stay on the ground.