Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of

Oh, God. God, Isn't That Perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad With A Layer Of Nerd. Solid, Steady, Chipping Away So Patiently, You Don't Even Know You've Had Your Shields Hacked Down Until You're Defenseless. It's The Type." "you're Not In Love With A Type, You're In Love With A Man," Penny Corrected. "or You're Not.

I Read A Lot - And I Read A Variety Of Genres.

What If There's A Fire?" Glenna Said Sweetly, And Cian Merely Smiled. "then I Guess You'd Better Open A Window, And Fly.

I Fear Feeling My Heart Break A Second Time, Because I'm Not Sure I Could Survive It. I'd Rather Live Alone Than Risk The Pain.

You Don't Fix A Man The Way You Do A Fault In A Pipe Or A Leak In A Roof. You Take Him As He Is, Mary Brenna, Or You Don't Take Him At All...adjustments Can't Be All Made On One Side, Darling, Else The Balance Goes Off And What's Being Built Just Falls Down.