If you loved people, you might hurt them, dissapoint them, anger them, but you never, ever, dishonored them.

i'm going to marry you. i thought you'd like to know in case you wanted to buy a dress or something.

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

In order to win everything, a woman must know to lose.

He won't hurt me. I have a secret weapon.

I love being the bad guy, simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up.

What do you want? What are you willing to give up to get it? Writing requires you make sacrifices. Be prepared to work hard to be a writer.