“Then his fingers trembled on her ankle—tightened around her foot. His head shifted, turning toward her. With a growl, she crashed the poker down onto his head. His hand jerked. A gurgling noise arose, not from his throat but from… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
Life is a ball in which we are doomed to dance till our last breath even whether we are not able or willing to do so. — Jean-Paul Malfatti Copy Share Image
