In Order To Win Everything, A Woman

Moving Between Her Thighs, He Stretched Out Above Her, Then Thrust Into Her. Once. Because, As He Did Everything, He Acted Without Hesitation Or Apology To Claim Her Entirely. Her Eyes Went Wide And Her Breath Caught. Holding Her Gaze, He Pressed Himself Deeper, Barely Easing Back Before Pressing Deep Again.

I Try To Weave A Secret Into Each Plot. It's The Thread That Holds The Rest Of The Story Fabric Together. In Fact, It's The Reason For The Story. I Hint At The Secret Early On. Immediately I Want The Reader To Get The Feeling That Something Here Isn't Quite Right. It Helps Maintain The Suspense If A Puzzling Element Is Introduced In The First Few Pages Of The Book, But The Answer Isn't Revealed Until The Final Ones. Hopefully, Readers Want To Know What The Heck Is Really Going On, And It's The Desire To Find Out That Keeps Them Turning Pages.

I Made Straight A's And Never Got Into Any Trouble, And I Still Impose Those Standards On Myself. So Writing Is My Chance To Escape And Become The Sleaziest, Scummiest Role.

I'm Going To Marry You. I Thought You'd Like To Know In Case You Wanted To Buy A Dress Or Something.

Life Was Precious. Life Was Fragile. Here One Moment, Gone The Next. Every Second Should Be Milked For All It's Worth Because You Never Know When The Bottom Was Going To Drop Out.