Paul and Lori had cuddled the rest of the night in her bed after showering. He decided that if they didn't mate soon, he wasn't going to last. How would it sound for an alpha SEAL wolf to beg?

She took his hand, and he smiled down at her. "No mating yet?" "It depends on how...persuasive you could be." "Hot damn, woman. I can be persuasive.

He set Lori on the bed. "You were the only wolf that chased my tail around, trying to grab hold. No other cub would dare.

Do you know how to use a pool cue?" Paul asked her. "To play pool or to fight?" she asked as Paul pulled the door open and Allan went in first. "Balls are my specialty.

Like I don't have anything better to do than think about you every minute you're gone?" "Every minute?" He smiled a little.

I wasn't going to let you avoid me this time. After Allan and I got settled, I was going to see you. Although I hadn't envisioned you smacking me in the head with the broom.

The financial value put on the job of the writer and the misconceptions around that make it extremely difficult to enter the profession.

Love only what befalls you and is spun for you by fate.

Care for him who shall have borne the battle

The more I write, the more the silence seems to be eating away at me.

In a republic the first rule for the guidance of the citizen is obedience of the law.

Until you've had depression I don't think you're qualified to talk about it.

This combat between proletariat and plutocracy is, after all, itself a civil war. Two inferiorities struggle for the privilege of polluting the world.

I'm not crazy about how sort of homogenized pop music become. It used to be much more diverse. Maybe it's just what's played on the radio sounds very much the same.

History illumes reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life

There is a dysfunctional strangeness to Los Angeles that doesn't exist in any other western city. The roads are crumbling, no-one knows what they're doing, the city government barely works.