His Lips Brushed Against Mine.

The Desperation Was Coming Off You In Waves. You Were All But Begging To Dance With Me. I Am Doing You A Favor.

If Im Lucky, I Will Never Have To See You Again. Because If I Do, That Means We Are At War, And Id Have To Hurt You

Don’t Be A Hero,” I Told Him Sternly. “protect Yourself.

I Want To Be A Writer. I Do Not Want To Spend 40 Hours A Week Handling E-mails, Formatting Covers, Finding Editors, Etc.

I Usually Plan To Read A Book For A Half-hour Before Bed, But Then I End Up Staying Awake Until 3 A.m. To Finish It. Fortunately, My Dog Doesn't Mind When I Keep The Bedside Lamp On.