He could’ve penned a rendition of Moby Dick in Pig Latin and he wouldn’t have been the wiser.
Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.
Calm down. Ghosts don’t ring the doorbell.
It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.
This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous.
Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.
At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn’t exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.
I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.
She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.
I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You
Lucifer was engraving Nate’s name on a cage right now.
The time has come. I know you, and now you will know me. Ever Yours.
An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.
Life Lessons According to Camryn:One must handle stress like a dog; if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away
Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn’t mean they should.
The first sign that Karma was now in cahoots with the Devil Incarnate to ruin her existance should've been before sunrise and pre-coffee.
I want you. And I usually get what I want. I had to wait too long to have you already.
He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.
A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.
If you’re trying to tell me you’re not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.
