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529 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2003
"I think you dated [Richard and Jean-Claude] both to keep from falling in love with either of them." - Jason
"Originally, Jean-Claude said he'd kill Richard if he didn't get a chance to woo me too." - Anita
"Why didn't you just kill Jean-Claude then? You don't tolerate ultimatums, Anita. Why would you tolerate that one?" - Jason
I didn't have an answer for that. - Anita
"I loved someone once with my whole heart and he stomped on it." - Anita
"Please, not the fiance in college, Anita, that was years ago, and he was an asshole. You can't spend the rest of your life nursing one bad experience." - Jason
"It was just the kind of weird crap [Court TV] liked to televise. You know, transsexual's custody case, female teacher rapes 13-year-old boy student, pro-football player's murder trial."
"I have met saints and priests over the centuries that had not your will to resist temptation."
"Why was I always made to feel guilty because I wasn't having sex with more people? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?"
"If I'd have been a man, I'd have let it go, but I was a girl, and girls poke at things more than men."
"I was blushing so hard, my head was beginning to hurt."
"I tried to speak but couldn't remember where my mouth was or how to draw a breath. I couldn't remember how to answer her."
"It was hard to swallow past my pulse."
"...I felt like the only thing keeping my pulse in my mouth was the tight line of my lips.
"I think I stopped breathing."
"I kept my mouth closed; I was afraid of what would fall out if I opened it."
"I think that's why dogs are so damned popular. You can cuddle a dog as much as you like, and the dog never thinks about sex or pushing your social boundaries in anyway. Unless you happen to be eating. Dogs will invade your social boundaries for table scraps unless trained to do otherwise."
"It wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him; it was just him. It was a love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to keep the people that depended on us safe at almost any cost, and a certain knowledge that neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I loved Jean-Claude."
"Guns don't care if you're psychically gifted; guns don't care about anything. They don't b!tch at you about the rules in your life, either. Of course, neither does a dog. But I don't have to use a pooper scooper after I'm through shooting my gun."
"Sometimes love makes you selfish; sometimes it makes you stupid; sometimes it reminds you of why you love your gun.
"There was that word again. Love. I was beginning to think I didn't know what it meant."
"Sane happy people don't hack their hair off at home with scissors. Cutting your hair like that is usually a substitute for hurting yourself in other, more permanent ways. Any counselor will tell you that."
"But once you get me angry, I usually stay there. I enjoy my anger; it's the only hobby I have."
"It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Because for anything to matter, I could not have gone back into that room. I had to go back into that room, so nothing mattered."
"[Jean-Claude] was wearing skin-tight leather pants, tucked into thigh-high boots so it was hard to tell where the pants left off and the boots began."
"The panties and bra were a matched pair, a shiny navy satin. When I'd found them, they had reminded me of the color of Jean-Claude's eyes."
"...his eyes [were] as normal as they ever got - midnight blue, lashed with black lace."
"The hair was like a living accessory. For a moment, I thought [Jean-Claude] was wearing leather pants, until I realized the black boots ran up the entire length of his leg. He was wearing black pants, but they were barely visible."
"His voice held sorrow so thick that you could have squeezed it out, tears in your cup."
"Asher was afraid. I could taste his fear on the back of my tongue. I could swallow it, enjoy the bouquet of it, like a fine wine to whet the appetite."
"...that brought me back, reminded me I had a body, that skin contained me, that bones and muscles rode the body underneath me."
"Jason lowered us both into the water. It felt wonderful so warm...Jason moved me gently in the water...The warm water was so warm, so warm."
"He ate those sounds straight from my mouth, as if he were tasting my screams."
"I couldn't see or feel or be. It was neither light nor dark, nor up nor down."
"The room was red. Red as if someone had painted all the walls crimson. But it wasn't an even job of painting. It wasn't just red or crimson, but scarlet, ruby, brick red where it had begun to dry. A color so dark, it was almost black, but it sparkled red like a garnet."