Men Suck, Even Imaginary Ones

Ultimately, A Great Thriller Is A Roller Coaster Ride. I Like To Think That's A Promise I Have Never Failed To Keep, And One That I'd Say Has Served My Books Well.

Fang’s Hand Gently Smoothed My Hair Off My Neck. My Breath Froze In My Chest, And Every Sense Seemed Hyperalert. His Hand Stroked My Hair Again, So Softly, And Then Trailed Across My Neck And Shoulder And Down My Back, Making Me Shiver. I Looked Up. “what The Heck Are You Doing?” “helping You Change Your Mind,” He Whispered, And Then He Leaned Over, Tilted My Chin Up, And Kissed Me.

Holy [insert Your Choice Of A Swear Word Here]," Said Fang Stunned.

While Carefully Synchronizing Our Wings-they Almost Touched-fang Leaned In,gently Put One Hand Behind My Neck And Kissed Me.it Was Just About Close To Heaven I'll Ever Get,i Guess.i Closed My Eyes,lost In The Feeling Of Flying And Kissing And Being With The One Person In The World I Completely ,utterly Trusted.

It Was Like Meeting Someone Out Of Your Dreams, Or Fantasies, Or A Beloved Character From A Favorite Book.