His eyes narrowed to slits.Power passed over her, intensifying her desire for him. She moaned and rotated her hips against him. “What will you do with me now?

In the next instance Graham claimed her lips in a demanding, yet gentle kiss

Don't ever apologize for being a little rough with me!

Yeah…hey, you have a male here.” Shay walked toward the hall, sniffing the air. “And he’s human. Way to go, Dani!

He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”“I’m a cat, aren’t I?

Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow.“When my escort is a demon, yes.

You like playing with fire?”“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator

He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often

Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.

His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.

But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

He concluded that governments were like wars: the reasons and the forces might change, but it was still the same dying over the same soil.

You know, how I deal with all my problems in a daily life, I'm tweeting shit.

I want to develop every base of my game-stealing bases, hitting, being a better fielder.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

People are racist to us, sir, so why can't we be racist to rangas?

The essence of life is in remembering God.

The attention has to be on the Spirit. And that cannot be there unless and until something happens within.

A lot of times, you feel like you're walking on eggshells in a creative environment, because everyone's having to watch out for egos so much of the time.