Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it.

You said we've got a new page. I figure I've got some say in what gets written on it. So I'm going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me.” “I did no such thing.” “Sure you did. But I can see I've got my work cut out for me this time. That's okay.” He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. “In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy it.” “I don't know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. You're as arrogant as you ever were.” “Just the way you like me, sweetheart.

"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts."

Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.

I think she was the love of his life. When you've got one of those, it does stuff to you. It makes you think about them even when you're doing routine things. It makes you want to protect them, to make them happy and safe.

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.

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