Loving someone meant letting them be who they were, not caging them

Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.

I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.

You already gave me forever, Aislinn. I'm asking for a chance at right now.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.