Angel, A Crowd Of Millions Couldn’t Hide

He Reached For My Hand, Lifted It To His Lips, And Kissed My Fingertips. "i Love You.

As A Writer, It's Disheartening To Write Books That You Pour Your Soul Into And Not Have Them Distributed Widely Enough To Find Their Audience.

I Have One One Type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s It.” I Rolled My Eyes. “okay. Whatever.

Angel, Getting You Off Is Ninety-nine Percent Of The Fun For Me.

..nothing In Your Past Can Change How I Feel About You. And God Knows I’m No Saint.