She did not know if her gift had come from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she did not care which, she was overcome with an almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

The hardest thing is the idea. Ideas come from somewhere but as far as we know they come from nowhere.

Don't look for what you can only see, look for the one you will know, cause you might forget and search for it again

Oh yeah. Baby, so good." He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. "So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.”  Noah &amp; Sabella

Written By Lora Leigh

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