The outward appearance would never indicate they were brothers. (...) But she could see that at the moment they were as united as triplets in the womb.

A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.

- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

I generally write a first draft that's pretty lean. Just get the story down.

You saved me, Eve." He watched her blink in absolute shock. "What you are, what I feel for you, what we are together saved me." He kept his eyes on hers as he kissed her.

He decided there was no point in telling her he'd looked in the fridge and seen none of these things. There'd just be some variation of his mother's standard crack about Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.