… so I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, “Shit,” and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood

... so I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, “Shit,” and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood

… so I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, “Shit,” and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood (Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury)

You’ll be amazed how much you have in common with Edith Wharton (who struggled to feel worthy of success), Louisa May Alcott (who badly needed money), Madaleine L’Engle (who could have papered an entire house with her rejection letters) and other writers..

You'll be amazed how much you have in common with Edith Wharton (who struggled to feel worthy of success), Louisa May Alcott (who badly needed money), Madaleine L'Engle (who could have papered an entire house with her rejection letters) and other writers..

You’ll be amazed how much you have in common with Edith Wharton (who struggled to feel worthy of success), Louisa May Alcott (who badly needed money), Madaleine L’Engle (who could have papered an entire house with her rejection letters) and other writers.. (Nava Atlas, The Literary Ladies’ Guide to the Writing Life)

Oh Harry,” [Gwen] said. “I wish I were a different kind of person.”What kind of person, he wanted to know.”Someone,” she said slowly, “who truly loves life.”He was still looking at her, still cradling his glasses in his left hand. He said, “You’re the kind of person who never stops trying

Oh Harry,

Oh Harry,” [Gwen] said. “I wish I were a different kind of person.”What kind of person, he wanted to know.”Someone,” she said slowly, “who truly loves life.”He was still looking at her, still cradling his glasses in his left hand. He said, “You’re the kind of person who never stops trying (Elizabeth Hay, Late Nights on Air)