I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.

Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!