I Write Every Day. Even If I'm

If You Write In Category, You Write Knowing There's A Framework, There Are Reader Expectations.

It's Hard To Resist A Bad Boy Who's A Good Man.

There Were Too Many Idiot Men In The World, To Her Way Of Thinking. And Most Of Them Ended Up Bumping Up Against Stubborn Women.

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

Niall: We're Tossed By The Winds Of Fate. Once We End Where They Blow Us, We Make Of Ourselves That We Will.