I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.

A good author can pull you into their world, a great author can make you stay.

Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.

Tee knew she was staring, but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. Why couldn’t she stop herself? Losing her composure over gorgeous men was something she hadn’t done in years. Something she hadn’t done since she was a completely different Etienne Shaw.

Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can’t stop loving you, bella. I’ve tried. God help me, I’ve tried.

It seemed like there was more drama and suspense than any other year I can remember.