I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.

I told them he'd be able to get you to go out." Rianne folded her winnings and tucked the bills into her blazer pocket. "Look at him." "He's right here, Ri," Carla murmured, shooting Keenan an apologetic look. "We've tried to teach her manners, but..." She shrugged. "It's like housebreaking a dog. If we'd had her when she was a puppy, maybe." Rianne smacked her on the arm, but she was grinning. "Woof, woof.

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

Love can give a person strength to break through glamours and magicks.