I only do solo albums when songs are screaming at me to be let out of my mind. — Graham Nash Copy Share Image
“I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.” For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave,Simon.” “No.” He was a little… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
