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.

Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

There wasn't a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.

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