If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.

My favorite color is you.

I really like writing heroes who arent necessarily Hollywood handsome. Personally, I think men who are self-confident, intelligent, and funny are outrageously attractive - and my heroines tend to think that, too!