Reminds Me Of The Red Dress 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.

Your Kisses Are Mine.

From The Moment I First Saw Him— Saw Through His Stunning And Impossibly Gorgeous Exterior To The Dark And Dangerous Man Inside— I’d Felt The Pull That Came From Finding The Other Half Of Myself. I Needed Him Like I Needed My Heart To Beat, And He’d Put Himself In Great Jeopardy, Risking Everything— For Me.

There Was Nothing So Attractive As A Powerful, Handsome, And Self-assured Man.

What I Want Is For Both Of Us To Feel Safe. What You And I Have Together Shouldn't Be Draining Us Like This. It Should Be The One Rock-solid Thing We Both Count On.