Don't leave me." "Leave you? I'm going to marry you.
Your kisses are mine.
Can I take advantage of you in the limo?” His eyes laughed at me. “By all means, angel mine.
As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.
I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.
You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I can’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.