Ive been told by readers that they love how my heroes fall in love fast, first, and with conviction.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

I can let you in, Eva. I’m trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can’t stand feeling like any moment I’m going to do or say something wrong and you’re going to bolt.