He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

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.

What are you doing?" he breathed. "You're going around, stirring up everything." "I've got time on my hands," I shot back, just as breathless, "since I dumped my asshat boyfriend." He growled, fiercely passionate, his hand in my hair pulling so tightly it pained me. "You can't make this up with a kiss or a f*ck, Gideon. Not this time." Gideon & Eva

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.

You gonna deal with Mr. Hot and Moody?" "Not sure. I may just pull out my e-reader." He nodded. "Probably safer for your sanity.

Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?

My heroines, more often than not, are the ones who are troubled and resistant.