olivia

I wouldn__ call Gabriel Walsh if I was on fire._ She pursed her lips. __o, I might. To sue everyone responsible__rom the person who lit the match to those who made my clothes. But I__ wait until the fire was out. Otherwise, he__ just stand there until I was burned enough for a sizable settlement.

He meticulously tries to get every hair in place. He tilts his head to look at himself from different angles, like there's some magic perspective in the mirror that could change the dimensions of his face'-Olivia/Via thinking

I sit back up and try to banish such thoughts from my mind. They're stickier than I expect.

My foggy brain slid away and_ And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it__ a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through my brain as I looked at a photo of a decapitated head on my bed.

If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.

Only five books tonight, Mommy," she says.No, Olivia, just one."How about four?"Two."Three."Oh, all right, three. But that's it!

Something__ different,_ Carlos continued. __onight you came in with no scowling or growling. Why thechange?__obby shrugged one shoulder. ____ trying to convince you I__ no_ crazy. If I kept doing the same thing when itwasna working, would that no_ be crazy?___ood point._ Carlos rinsed the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. __o you__e trying a new strategy tonight.__obby removed the bottled blood from the microwave and filled a glass. __onight I saw an angel.__arlos__ eyes widened. __nd you__e still trying to convince me you__e not crazy?

Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.

I'd seriously contemplated a real collar - a sparkly green one - if only because I was sure it would offend his dignity.

Wen grinned and I felt a warm glow and an odd dizzy sensation. And then I remembered something my dad once wrote me about falling in love. He said the phrase was apt because falling is exactly what it can feel like, as if you've finally allowed yourself to let go of some safety bar you didn't even know you were clinging to, and suddenly you find yourself tumbling towards the exciting unknown.

Wrapped up in him, in his bad boy ways and his good guy heart, is my whole world. Somehow, while I wasn__ looking, I fell. And I fell hard. For my soul mate. For the love of my life. For my hero.

Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time.

...every now and then I watched him beam at Olivia. He obviously adored her. And I realized that meeting her father made me look at Olivia differently. She was somebody's little girl.

She's elegant," Olivia stated. "I would kill to have her figure.""Really?""Of course. I have always wished to look precisely like her. Though obviously, not enough to avoid food," she added."That's madness. You have everything she doesn't."Olivia opened her mouth, ready to argue. "Everything she hasn't."She frowned at him."Including me.

I'm fat," she blurted out. "You are not fat. You're the most beautiful, voluptuous woman I know." His eyes moved down her body, deliberately, slowly, then back up to her face. What she saw in them sent fire squirming through her stomach and lower."I want every inch of you," he said, growling it. "I want to fall on my knees and worship at your hips." He reach out, shaped her curves from breast to hips with a burning sweep of his hand that a man was allowed to give only his wife.

Quin reached out, spun her back to him, and pulled her into his arms, held her tight, so tight that she could hardly breathe. "I need you," he said, low and fierce, into her hair. "Oh, G-d, Olivia, how did I ever live without you?"She reached up, pulled his face down to hers. "I'm yours, for good or ill."There was a little click as the door to the ballroom closed, but Olivia paid no mind. "You're the missing piece of me," Quin said. "You make me feel.

In the meantime, I__l get a job. I__l pay my own way._ __ job?_ __mm, yeah. It__ that thing people do to make money.