ANTHONY: Women don't like to be told what to do. They like to be the ones telling us what to do. You want her to do something, you're going to have to go about it a different way

— Cambria Hebert

A question that always makes me hazy is it me or are the others crazy'Albert Einstein

— Victoria Ward

As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to stay far away from her. Being with her makes me feel like I’ve been starving for so long. Sofia has given me a taste of something I didn’t know I wanted. Something I am now desperate for. Her.

— E.R. Wade

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

— A.K. Kuykendall

His music was an outlet of that romantic energy and sensitivity.

— Kailin Gow

I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” … Anias NIN

— Angelic Artiaga

I drag my eyes away from his sexy hands and my gaze collides with his. His penetrating blue gaze holds mine. He knows. He knows what I am thinking. He knows that I would rather have him fucking me senseless than sitting in the midst of everyone trying to make small talk, pretending that his mere presence hasn’t almost driven me to my wits’ end. Feeling overwhelmingly aroused, heat creeps up my neck and into my cheeks. My pulse is racing. My heart is pounding so hard. Awareness crackles between us. His eyes hold mine with a frightening intensity like he can devour me with one touch.

— E.R. Wade

If there was ever a dress that can be an aphrodisiac the one Serena was wearing now had to be it

— Kailin Gow

I'm going to make love to you, Lanai. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

— Flora Roberts

I tilt my head slightly to one side, taking in her blue sleeveless dress which ends a few inches above her knees. She looks exquisite. Definitely perfect for dessert.“I know what I want to eat, and it’s not lemon cake.” I say thickly. Heat flares up in her eyes and I know the cake has been forgotten. She wants to be dessert.

— E.R. Wade