Running Hot

Life is too short to waste time on books that end badly

Probably a good idea, let me know how it ends" "I already know how it ends" "You read the ending first?" "I always read the ending before I commit to the whole book." "If you know how it ends, why read the book?" "I don't read for the ending. I read for the story".

He kissed her, a slow morning kiss; the kind a man gives a women he knows he has satisfied; the kind that makes it clear he intends to satisfy her again. And be satisfied in return. A claiming kiss. But she did not respond like a claimed woman. Instead, she kissed him back with the kind of fierce intensity that made it clear she had a claim on him. "Good", he said against her mouth. "That's how it should be." She pulled back an inch or so. "How what should be?" "Forget it. I'll explain some other time.

I wonder if it's just you", she said, very thoughtful now." I suppose it could have something to do with the fact we both are aura talents. Maybe I'm not cured at all" He tightened his grip a little. She did not flinch. "If you're thinking of grabbing every man we pass just to see if you can replicate this little experiment, I have a few objections I'd like to raise," he said. She laughed a soft, low, utterly feminine sounds that galvanized his senses. He leaned closer, savoring the sweet, hot energy that shimmered around her.

Life is too short to waste time on books that end badly.” “By badly you mean unhappily, right?” “As far as I’m concerned, the two are synonymous.

See that’s the thing about men and sex. Thinking doesn’t usually enter into it - Luther That explains so much - Grace

Music had power. Like some weird combination of a freezer and a microwave appliance, it could capture and preserve the brilliant energy of a long-dead composer, warm it up and serve it again and again to generation after generation.

So good", she said, kissing his shoulder. "It's so good to be able to touch you like this." "I like it that you like touching me." He captured her face in his hands and raised his head to meet her eyes." But the thought of you touching anyone else like this would drive me crazy." "The only man I want to touch right now is you." "That's not quite what I want to hear but we can talk about it some other time." "I don't understand-" "Doesn't matter. Not now.

He woke with an awareness that she was in the room. He did not have to open his eyes to see her. He knew in some way that he could not explain that he would always be aware of her when she was close. The sense of recognition that had hit him full force when he saw her walking towards along the airport concourse had become a hundred times more intense when she shivered through her first release in his arms: a thousand times stronger that morning when it seemed to him that their auras had somehow fused for a timeless moment in a bond that would never be severed. Hell, maybe she was right. Maybe he was a romantic.

He smiled. "Thought you said you weren't a romantic." "I'm not." She turned another page." Doesn't mean I don't like to read about romance.

Oh, we’re human, all right,” she said. “Humans have always been very good at killing.

Bullies bullied not out of some unconscious desire to try to compensate for their low self-esteem. They did it because they could and because they enjoyed it.