Silence hung between them, and Maddy's heartbeat picked up. She probably should have played it cool, but why bother? She wanted him.

Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous.

His father had been in the military and so had his grandfather. It was a natural fit when Ronan and his brothers each donned a uniform of some kind.

He tipped his head to Ronan and looked warily at Bowser. "Sir.""David, this is Ronan McGuire and his partner, Bowser, " Maddy said. "They're two of New York's finest.

She wanted him, but she didn't want to want him.

You were the one girl I wanted who wanted nothing to do with me.

Tell me what you want, Mads.""You, " she said in a shaky whisper. "I want you, Ronan.

I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don't think. Don't try to control it. All you have to do... is feel.

Ronan tightened his grip before leaning over and whispering, "Do you have any idea how much I want you?

Weren't you the guy who said he'd settle for one woman when hell froze over?""I did say that, didn't I?""Yeah, a bunch of times, " Gavin's smile faded.

Ronan cupped her neck with his other hand and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "I want you, Maddy. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life.

Beneath your burdensome regrets and who you think you are through the lens of past mistakes, there is someone beautiful who wants to emerge.

Faith is the continuation of reason.

There is anything but an assurance of success, I have to be very clear about that.

Because we live in an industrialized, fast-paced world that prefers that the soul remain asleep.

I feel like a total hippie right now. I'm passionate about all sorts of things - a lot of boring, cuddly Hallmark things, to be honest.

New York City is filled with the same kind of people I left New Jersey to get away from.

We can never put ourselves in the shoes of children; we cannot fathom their thoughts, we lend them ours; and always following ourown reasoning, we stuff their heads with extravagance and error.

I don't ever try to anticipate my audience. I just write the songs I want to write, and hope people like 'em.

If we do want to do that [ colonise space to survive, ], then vacuous materialism is not going to be enough for us.

The conservative movement today is so fractured that I think you'd have a tough time actually defining it and pointing to it.