“How’s your dance card look?” “Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.” — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Kate: “Oh, please, Vincent. We’re in the middle of a major tourist site. Père Lachaise cemetary is practically Disneyland for the Dead.… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Bearing my mother's face was a daily reminder that I could be as strong as she had been. And fighting for what… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Still in one piece?” Vincent teased, pulling me close & planting a soft kiss on my lips. “After dirty-dancing with Jules, I’m… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“As Jules kissed my cheeks he whispered, “She has nothing on you, of course, Kates. It’s just that you’re so very…taken.” — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Gaspard eyed me cautiously. “I really can’t say,” he responded in his formal nineteenth-century style. Can’t, or won’t? I thought.” — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“Kate, I admit that we aren’t in the easiest of situations. But are you always this . . . complicated?” I opened… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“The day I stop seeing you as one of the strongest people I know is the day I wake up human.” — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“We stood in the graveyard, among the tombstones, forty-some dead people and me. A couple of my fellow funeral-goers had even been… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“And I've got THIS," I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, "that says I'm kindred. And… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“All this yummy muscleness first thing in the morning is almost too much for me to take,” she cooed, and gave him… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting… — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
