Rachael Wade

We sat on the dusty floor like that for what felt like hours, our legs intertwined in the kneeling position. Like the demon and the angel reaching for one another on Jet__ arm, I felt half of everything. Half pure, half used. Locked in a dark, beautiful embrace. One I wouldn__ wish on anyone yet one I wouldn__ ever reverse if given the chance.Not when it had the power to save a life. - Skylla Warden

Because that__ life, you know? Good and bad. You can__ have one without the other. The bad brings out the good in us, and the good can be corrupted by the bad. It__ always a struggle__o fight for the good, so it tips the scale. - Jet Phoenix

I did not have all the answers. I did not know if I__ deserved God__ grace or wrath, or what would become of me if I ever fled this town.But I did know how to shoot a gun. - Skylla Warden

Let me tell you something, honey. When your boobs fall south and that pretty skin of yours looks like you__e been tanning in a nuclear war zone, you__l see what I mean about independence. When the looks are gone, all you__e got left is your spirit, and ya gotta use it until you lose it. That and the occasional sponge bath from Francisco, but soon his ass will be just as wrinkly as mine. Beauty fades, but a strong will keeps ya young and springy.-Miss Velma

Don't start that again. It's not my fault you don't have any masculine aprons.""That's because aprons aren't masculine, genius.""Don't make me have you for dinner, princess.""Whatever, Betty Crocker. Knock yourself out.

With the many uncertainties, of one thing I was sure. I could not escape love, the very thing that had kept me mobile since the day I realized I was capable of giving and receiving it.

Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"Meeting his fiery gaze, I ran my fingers through his hair, kissed him gently before I attempted to set us both free. "It will always be enough.

I turned to face Audrey, and everything I loved was right there in her eyes, the memories tangible: the schooldays and sleepovers, the cheap bottles of wine and sappy chick flicks. She was there for my mother__ drunken relapses, there to hold me until I fell asleep the first time the ex from Seattle hit me. It was all there, and my God, each memory was suddenly sacred and the sun rose and set upon it.

You think when someone you love passes away, everything becomes clearer, that your priorities and perspectives align in a way they__e never aligned before because of the sobriety of it all. But it doesn__. Those revelations just become skewed and distorted until you__e forced to rewrite them entirely. You can__ walk straight on a new path when you have too much luggage on your back. You just keep swerving, trying to find a way to accommodate the weight, but it__ all dead and you know it__ going to take you down. The only answer is to reroute.-Emma

I knew it would be all of those things and so much more to me, but it was his heart I was yanking from his chest with my decision, and that__ what mattered to me. I was giving up a piece of my own as well, but it was a choice. His was just collateral.

The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, __hy did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There__ already enough beauty where you are.

Forgiveness wasn__ ever easy, but a feat much more manageable when you weren__ the subject of its grace. Maybe I__ always be a broken recipient of grace. And in that musing, I found rest.

She smiled thoughtfully. __ think Jackson was like a lost puppy. He needed purpose, someone to believe in him and love him despite his bullshit. But he didn__ have that, so he just went around humping everyone__ leg and peeing everywhere. Then you came along and he thought he found that owner that would give him that purpose__omething that would make him feel needed__ut you chose the fancy pet store puppy instead, so he went back to peeing on everything and destroying all the furniture.___m, Whit...is there a point to this?___e all need someone to believe in us. It helps us see our full potential. You were that someone to believe in him. I think he__l be a new man because of it._ __o you__e saying I rescued a lost puppy, and now he__l become a topnotch show dog because I__ just so amazing?___xactly.___ou have such an eloquent way with words.___o shit, right?___recisely._-Emma and Whitney

Love couldn__ be moved by circumstance, poor choices, or even blatant lies__kewed and damaged, yes, but the heart couldn__ deny what it wanted most once the desire was planted. Whether in bliss or affliction, love owned you all the same.

Fiction is just that__iction. Yes, it is serious business, but it should also be taken for face value. It__ entertainment. It__ escapism. It__ 365 pages of relaxation.

The kiss wasn__ just any kiss. No, it was a tricky little bastard, because it started out soft and gentle, but shifted gears in a matter of seconds. The moment her response went from surprise to surrender, the kiss turned hard and hungry, launching us into a frenzy of movement. Her arms were around my neck, my hands were moving all over her body, and somehow, in a span of about five seconds, she climbed up me like a tree, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.We spun and bumped into the counter. I reached behind my back with one hand to tighten the cross of her ankles. And then I had her sitting on the edge of the stovetop, my hands exploring the tops of her thighs. I pushed the ruffled skirt hem up and clasped on to her bare, silky skin. Her tongue dove to the back of my throat, sliding over mine like wet, slick velvet.Holy mother fuck, I couldn__ breathe. I was drowning in this girl.

She was falling apart beneath my hands, and I was falling apart beneath her. My power was her power, and together, we sent each other soaring.

My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered.