If I was any more pleased with you, I would lose what little remains of my sanity.

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

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

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.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.