A wife is meant to be cherished and to be treated with a gentle hand, while a mistress is a convenient cunt to rut in.

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.

We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.