The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.

I don’t need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you’re in it.” He turned the corner and pulled up in front of the Crossfire behind the Bentley. He killed the engine, released his seat belt, and took a deep breath. “Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn’t before. I have a place now, with you.

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.

We are totally dysfunctional.” “I prefer ‘selectively deviant’. But we’ll keep that to ourselves.

I swayed into him, drawn to his obsessive and insatiable raw need for me, which reflected the depth of my need for him

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