I Don't Like The Idea Of You

I Decided To Write Category Romance As I'd Recently Discovered Them, And Enjoyed Them.

Roarke: You'd Enjoy Flying More If You'd Learn The Controls. Eve: I'd Rather Pretend I'm On The Ground. Roarke: And How Many Vehicles Have You Wrecked, Had Blown Up, Or Destroyed In The Last, Oh, Two Years? Eve: Think About That, Then Imagine It Happening When I'm At The Wheel At Thirty Thousand Feet. Roarke: Good Point. I'll Do The Flying.

What Do You Know About Life? " Bitterness Ached In Her Throat. " You Were Born With Everything. You Never Had To Struggle For A Single Thing You Wanted, Never Had To Worry If You'd Be Accepted Or Loved Or Wanted Back." He Stared At Her, Grateful For The Moment That She Couldn't See That He'd Spent Nearly Half Of His Life Worrying That She, The Single Thing He Wanted, Would Accept Him, Love Him, And Want Him Back.

Men Are Boys In Bigger Packages.

People Who Say Not To Speak Ill Of The Dead Are Hypocrites, Because You Can Take It Ot The Bank They're Thinking Ill.