Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

— Melody Lee

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

— Melody Lee

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

— Melody Lee

He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.

— Melody Lee

He loved the curves on her body, her soft skin and pouty lower lip, her deep soulful eyes. He adored her voice; sometimes sultry, sometimes fiery. Her laugh, her playfulness... he adored it all. But what really turned him on were the curves in her mind, the twists and turns, the fire, the brilliance - and her compassionate heart; the beat of it harmonizing so sweetly and perfectly with the beat of his. The whole package was beyond thrilling... yet her mind, her heart, those were the immortal aphrodisiacs.

— Melody Lee

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

— Melody Lee

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.

— Melody Lee

Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.

— Melody Lee

Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

— Melody Lee

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

— Melody Lee