Writers aren't exactly people.... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.

They stood up and the world was totally different. The wheat was an onyx sea, ever moving in shadow. Above it the heavens were illuminated with the wink of stars and planets, the Milky Way like a giant streak of glimmer slashing across the sky.She was standing right next to him, awed by the beauty of the night sky and their tiny, tiny place in it. It seemed perfectly natural that he leaned down to gently press his lips to her temple. It wasn’t a kiss really, it was a consolation.“Take my hand,” he said.D.J. Could see nothing as he unerringly led her through the darkened grain to the edge of the field.

I thought she wanted out. We should've brought cuffs and a gag.' Clare frowned. 'What's wrong with you, Blake? This is a rescue mission, not a kidnapping.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment.'Work?' Tally said.They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.

What if destiny doesn't care?

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.”“Dorian who?”I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.”“Sure thing, Gumdrop.”I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's'I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.

He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn’t eat too much of it at once.”I nodded slowly. “Right,” I said. “That’s…sweet, I think.

These are the hands of Rachel Joy Scott and one day, will touch millions of people's hearts.