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

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

My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.

He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

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

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You’ve got the advantage, state your demands.