She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind — Karen Marie Moning
You hated my rainbows, now you don’t like my leather. Is there anything you like on me? — Karen Marie Moning
When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again… — Karen Marie Moning
Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants. — Karen Marie Moning
How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy? — Karen Marie Moning
Dude, got eyes? I’m collecting evidence.” […] “In Ziploc bags.” “I think they’re — Karen Marie Moning
Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did. — Karen Marie Moning