the description of lust was simple: two people learn they're compatible , attraction grows, and the ancient instinct to preserve the species kicks in.

Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.

My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him.

You feel fine, and then, when your body can't keep fighting, you don't.

Wait. Let me guess. You’re giving me the cold shoulder, right?” With that, she sighed. “Shouldn’t you be with your friends, staring at yourselves in the mirror?” He laughed. “That’s funny. I’ll have to remember that.” “I’m not being funny. I’m being serious.” “Oh, because we’re so good-looking

I don't write romance novels.

There are no authors in my genre. No one is doing what I do.