Quotes from Kyra Davis

Sometimes we have to step out of our comfort zones. We have to break the rules. And we have to discover the sensuality of fear. We need to face it, challenge it, dance with it

For the first time in my adult life I feel . . . lost.

You're done with work for the day." It's not a question. "Am I?" "Meet me out front." The line goes dead.

You're magnificent," he says.

You are the only woman I know who is as sexy when she unapologetically takes what she wants as she is when she pleads for release.

What I'm feeling . . . it's unfamiliar—carefree, playful, light. . . . I feel light.

Yes, Robert Dade does make me feel powerful, vulnerable, light . . . and sometimes a little scared.

No, no, Mr. Dade, this is my ride now. I make the rules.

I can touch you with a thought.

But the smile inside me never falters. And I know without a doubt that his inner smile matches mine.

even when I'm nowhere near you I'm inside of you.

I'm wading in, but I'm not ready to fully immerse myself yet.

I don't know the language or the laws and I'm completely unfamiliar with the currency . . . but, God, is it ever beautiful here.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

but my heart's all yours, so I can't give it away. Not to anyone.

You are my ocean. You are the only thing I can trust.

Robert," she whispers, "you have my heart.

What is the etiquette for betrayal?

but rules are made to be broken.

She shrugs, smiles. "All you ever had to do was ask.

I'mHereBecauseIHearYou'reDatingMySister.

He lied to you too, Sophie I know, I said softly. You're risking that adorable little neck of yours for an asshole. I am, I admitted. The fountain was now a blur as the wind played with the carefully structured pattern of the water. But here's the thing...he's my asshole. Is this about ownership? Marcus asked incredulously, Or is it about love? It's about love, I whispered. Marcus I...I love my asshole, okay? I love him so much.

I try to forget that only this morning I had lost control.

I'm beginning to think that life is about passing moments and small celebrations. Without them there's only pain, fear, ambition, and, for some of us, foolish hope.