Life follows many directions and hopefully, eventually, your mind and body and life and love, all catch up with each other.
He grabs my chin lightly and holds my face, making sure I can’t break eye contact, can’t look away. It’s so intimate, the way his stare feels like he’s stripping me bare. But it’s Aksel. He can peer into my soul at any time. He’ll only see his own soul there. A home for his heart.
He’s a liar for a living, all authors are.
There’s only passion here. Only truth. Only you and me.
Dex has always had an aura of cool about him but right now he could be just about any dork drooling over his idol. What a twatwaffle.
You don’t need to justify what I do. I do what I have to do to survive because that’s all I know. I don’t make excuses, I own it. This is me, this is who I am, this is my life. It shames me but not enough to stop. At one point, this was all about revenge; it was about getting the men who got my father and my mother. But somewhere along the way, I forgot about the beast. Vengeance is a beast, you know. It can be tamed. I just stopped feeding it.
We’ve all got our own people. Somewhere out there there’s someone who is part of your tribe, who belongs to you, who should be with you. You have always been my people, Veronica. From the moment we first met till now, through all of those years where we were both lost and stolen.
You’re mine as much as I’m yours. And I swear nothing, nothing, is ever going to change that for us. You will always belong in my heart. It’s your home.
Get him to his cage!” Amanda yells. I’m naked, with Fluffy balancing on a magazine, and somehow I make my way down the hall, to the study, and place the entire magazine inside, my hands shaking nonstop.
When you con for revenge, you might not know when you’ve won.
The world is too big, this life too short, to want anything less than magic with someone.
You’ll have all the power. You’ll have everything.” “And yet all I want is you.
Perhaps he thinks single moms are crazy. In some ways, we kind of are.
Fate has made me the lost king, encased in cheap armor that only keeps up appearances, forever fighting a battle he will never win.
I am in love with Joshua Miles, and it’s bringing me to life. It’s killing me. It’s making me crazy. I think I love that part, too. It twists and loops around us, tying us to one another. It steals my thoughts and makes me think of him. It steals my hands and makes me touch his skin. It’s brutal and kind and sharp and soft and warm and cold and freeing and imprisoning. It’s an incognito imposter taking over my world, spreading itself like a disease.
It doesn’t really matter in the end. Most people I talk to don’t take writing seriously. If I tell them I’m an aspiring author, they get that “yeah right” look on their face, which is usually followed by “good luck with that.
Some would say karma, but Javier never much believed in that. What he did believe in was that sooner or later, everyone will be at the same level, everything will even out. It was just luck if you were alive to see it happen.
It soothed me, coating my heart, making me forget everything I knew. Yes, I was drowning again, but this time for the right reasons. There was no better reason than love.
No one would understand the truth. That she’s not just a nanny. She’s Aurora. She’s my reckoning and savior all at once. She’s her namesake, those northern lights that brighten the darkest winter skies. She’s my homecoming. And I’m in love with her.
There’s no such thing as karma. That only exists in a fair world, and we both know the world is anything but fair.