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

I love being with you. When we're not together, i wish we were

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

…he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.” “Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.

One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on...Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.