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

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.

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

Love ans desire aren't the same

Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.