My Hatred Notwithstanding, I Had To Admit

Too Bad You Got So Bogged Down In Books. You've Got The Spirit Of A Warrior.

Do You Want Me To Call You Celery Stick Instead Of Cupcake Or Honey-pie? It Just Doesn’t Inspire The Same Warm And Fuzzy Feelings.

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

You're Not As Much Of A Lost Cause As She Was. I Mean, With Her, I Had To Overcome Her Deep, Epic Love With A Russian Warlord. You And I Just Have To Overcome Hundreds Of Years' Worth Of Deeply Ingrained Prejudice And Taboo Between Our Two Races. Easy.

Yeah. Rose." Jill Sighed And Stared Vacantly Ahead. "she's All He Sees When He Closes His Eyes. Flashing Dark Eyes And A Body Full Of Fire And Energy. No Matter How Much He Tries To Forget Her, No Matter How Much He Drinks . . . She's Always There. He Can't Escape Her.