Do you have any idea how much I love you?โ he asked. โEnough to accept my apologies?โ I suggested in a small voice. โHeck no,โ he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers โ as if I were something fragile. โNo apologies from you,โ he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.
Patricia BriggsThatโs a pretty lame superhero name,โ I told him. โScooby-Doo is already taken,โ he said with dignity. โAnything else sounds lame in comparison.
Patricia BriggsJust as Iโve always known there are monsters in the world, monsters and things even more evil, Iโve always known that it is God who keeps evil at bay.
Patricia BriggsI didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.
Patricia BriggsHis voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.
Patricia Briggs