You Just Click Your Heels And Think

They Weren’t Idiots, But I Attracted Trouble That Just Begged Me To Beat It Into Submission.

Memories Of Ice And Trent Surfaced, And I Wrapped My Arms Around My Middle. I Had Saved Him, And He Had Saved Me. What Was Wrong With Us?

She Smiled With The Warmth Of A Penguin.

You Cannot Thrash The Person Who Makes You Coffee. It's A Rule Somewhere.

Hey,” The Other Said, Coming To Life. “you’re Supposed To Be In Jail.” Al Grinned At Him, His White-gloved Grip Tightening On The Wooden Handle, Which Was Intricately Carved In The Shape Of A Naked, Writhing Woman. Nice. “and Your Momma Wanted You To Have A Brain,” He Said, Yanking The Door Open And Slamming It Into The Guy’s Face.