His body felt so good that she didn't care if she ever came up for air. She wanted this kiss to last forever.

Alarm clocks, I felt, were nothing more than a plague rained down by an evil force, possibly even Lucifer himself.

Uh-oh, I hope he doesn’t start rattling off dirty limericks next; she’ll probably burn the hotel down.

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

Tell me something, princess, if I make a liar out of you…will you forgive me?” Hex James, Hex upon Me

This was my love, her love --torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.

Getting involved with someone was complicated enough, but with the boss’s daughter? Probably not a good idea.

If only it felt like an academic exercise when she kissed him, instead of a soul-drowning tsunami of want and need.

Right, 'the Queen of Hearts.' Sounds to me like you’re just one bitch in a whole pack of cards, baby.

Every second around this girl was asking for trouble and he'd never wanted to be in trouble so bad in his life.

His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.

My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.

You're not a nuthatch, Laurie.""Oh, but I am. I'm totally upside down. I'm a very backward kind of guy.

Until you lose our bet I agree to those terms. But when you do lose, I’d suggest you embrace your inner whore.

How had she ever thought sleeping with him would be a stress reliever, when he was the biggest producer of her stress?