Just because you moved on didn’t mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scar...
John's tattoo..Goddamn..He'd done it as a memorial to her-putting her name in his skin so she'd be with him always. After all, there was nothing more permanent than that-hell, that was why in the mati...
John lifted his head and looked down at her. His eyes were worried and he was careful as he brushed at her hair. She smiled. Nah, I'm fine. I'm more than fine. A sly grin bloomed as he mouthed, ain't...
Jesus Christ. This evening, which hadn’t even started out so well, had turned into a sixteen-car pileup on the road to relationshipville.
I’m stuck in the fucking chimney. She
I’m so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Can’t live without you.
I’m losing air over here, you know, Lassiter bitched. My inflatable is deflating. V cursed. That’s because it doesn’t want to be around you any more than we do.
It was everything dirty and wrong and evil and degrading, and he did it over and over again to keep his secret safe. And also because his dark side got off on it. It was Love, Symphath Style,
It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.The former was harder, yet far more vital. The latter was like a living death...except you...
It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.
It was a state of mind—and nothing put a female there faster than the male she wanted staring at her the way Xcor was now.
It was a good death. A very good death. She closed her eyes, and an hour later she gasped twice and let out one long exhale, as if her body were sighing in relief as her soul flew free of its corporea...
It was a farewell. Not a good-bye, but a fare...well. and he had the sense they would.
Is it my turn yet? Lassiter asked over the earpiece. I was born ready for this.
Indeed, this was the problem with lying to intimates, he thought. The untruths always came home to roost and never in a way that justified the falsity, however small or large it had been. Because, in...
In their world, dominion was established through force and manipulation by individuals of the male persuasion. Position was earned or lost by contests of will that were often bloody and resulted in a...
If you want to get back to being productive, you’re going to have to look under all those rocks, feel your feelings, and come out on the other side of that journey.
If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay...
If the Angels won, the entire Earth would be nothing but one giant Christmas frickin' morning, a choking wave of happiness and warmth and caring and sharing taking over everything.
If I asked you to come here again, he said, and let me be with you, would you? There was no hesitation. Yes. Even if things couldn’t be…normal…between us? Sexually speaking. Yes. He frowned. This is g...