Once she'd been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.

She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.

I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

Every writer needs an editor. I don't care how good you are or think you are.