“What’s more, his faded old jeans hugged his ass perfectly as he stepped forward to toss a ring, and then they loosened as he stepped back. Hug, loosen, hug, loosen, hug, hug…hug…loosen. Jeans all perfectly rumpled right down to his… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“Out the corner of my eye I see Packard fly at Marty, pin him against the wall. "You do not do that! You do… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“I got it right Justine. Feel into it. Your sense of being a misfit blinds you to what your heart really wants. When you… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
Love is a state of the heart, but also, an activity. And quite an awesome one. — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“I don't see how I could possibly move a napkin with the power of my mind," I say. "All will be revealed." "Did you… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“You wish to be free, but there is no such thing as freedom. You can redecorate dungeon to give illusion of freedom, but you… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“He reached out and took a lock of her hair between two fingers. "I couldn't let them know that I'm the lowlife who'll always… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“Packard wrestles off his jacket and shirt. He ignores me, leaning far over to the side, reaching down into the rocks. He comes back… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“A voice: “My goodness, Nurse Jones.” I look up, startled. Simon’s in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling. No doubt I’m quite the… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“What’s more, his faded old jeans hugged his ass perfectly as he stepped forward to toss a ring, and then they loosened as he… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“Do you have no sense of decency?" He pauses, seems to think about this, then turns and walks out the door.” — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
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“He pushes my lips open with his and we sink into each other. It’s crazy and wonderful every part of me is melty with… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
