“I hate you, Asher Adams," she cried desperately, wanting it to be true, knowing it to be an out-and-out lie. "I love the way you hate me," he whispered in a sexy voice.” — Theresa Weir Copy Share Image
“Why would he do that? I thought--he said--he loved me." "As if I needed a reason to hate him more," Asher muttered, avoiding my gaze.” — Jocelyn Davies Copy Share Image
