As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

Sometimes I wanted to believe something so badly, I deliberately manufactured excuses and ignored painful reality.

Chicks before dicks, and all that.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

I had to bite back a laugh. "Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect." Chapter 12, pg 213