He Nods, As If To Acknowledge That

Evident In Every Small Act Of Kindness, It Was Love As A Verb. Love That Made Me Feel More Complete Than I Had Ever Felt In My Glamorous, Jimmy Choo Filled Past.

It Was The Same Night I Gave Myself To Him Completely, Knowing That I Would Belong To Him For As Long As He Wanted To Keep Me. And, As It Turned Out, Even Longer Than That.

You Can Love Someone You Mistrust.

I Always Find Something In Common With My Protagonist, Particularly When I Write In The First Person.

Anything Worthwhile Is Tough.