We have choice,” she insisted. “This is it. We don’t get to choose our choices, Gwain, we just get to make the ones we’re given...
~ Dianna Hardy
I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.
Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.
You are old and grey,” she teased.“And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back...
