I Have One One Type: Eva Lauren

People Get Over Love. They Can Live Without It, They Can Move On. Love Can Be Lost And Found Again. But That Won't Happen For Me. I Won't Survive You, Eva.

My Domineering Lover Made No Apologies For His Caveman Tendencies.

Your Craving Should Be For Me, Angel, Not An Orgasm. For My Body, My Hands. Eventually, You Won't Be Able To Come Without My Skin Touching Yours.

I Had Never Seen Hair That Purely Black. It Was Glossy And Slightly Long, The Ends Drifting Over His Collar. That Sexy Length Was The Crowning Touch Of Bad Boy Hotness Over The Successful Businessman, Like Whipped Cream Topping On A Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae. As My Mother Would Say, Only Rogues And Raiders Had Hair Like That." (eva About Gideon)

If Souls Could Be Mated With Wishes, Ours Would Be Inextricably Entwined.