Kelly Moran

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn__ live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct__he part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

You knew me before I made my millions, and you were nice to me when you didn__ have to be. That__ the kind of person I want in my corner.

There. Let the gods of friendship and common sense strike him dead.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You__e in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

There__ a lot of frogs to kiss before you realize they__e all frogs.

She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

If this was what caring about someone was like, what the hell was he supposed to do? Because he couldn__ handle it, couldn__ live like this.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn__ come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he__ be damned if it didn__ start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

Love is a gift. One that doesn't need to be returned, just accepted.

She may resemble a mythical angel, but she moved like an x-rated wet dream

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.