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1 " She saw it in her mind's eye like a movie playing, the haunting memories from her childhood she couldn't seem to shake blending together into one raw, aching image. Her mother lying in a darkened room for days, her face swollen with tears. The inevitable ashtray overrun with ashes, the acrid scent of pot smoke in the air. The bed or couch or futon may have been different from year to year as Evie moved them around from apartment to commune to funky cottage, but her mother was always the same. Falling hard for some man, immersing herself in romantic fantasies that were crushed when the guy left. And the guy always left. Her mother's inability to get a grasp on reality had too often left Mischa to care for her younger sister, to care for her mother, from too young an age. She remembered shaking Evie awake, trying to get her to eat. To get up and take a shower, take her and Raine to school. No kid should have to do that. No kid should have to witness the way Evie had allowed herself to be ravaged by love. No woman should allow that to happen. "
― Eve Berlin , Temptation's Edge (Edge, #3)
2 " A missed opportunity repentance only leaves behind "
― Eve Berlin , Desire's Edge (Edge, #2)
3 " As much as I'm enjoying it there's always this small voice in my head telling me not to give up control. "
4 " Do I need to hire a hit man? "
5 " That made her pause, almost made her want to laugh. She pushed her hair from her face. "God, we're fucked up, aren't we?"His tight features loosened a little. "Yeah, I've been trying to get over it most of my life. I guess I'd had myself talked into thinking I had.""Me, too. I'm sorry," she told him, her shoulders relaxing. "I didn't need to get so pissed off."He cracked a grin, "You did, though, didn't you? I kind of liked seeing you like that. All that fire. "
6 " The look on her beautiful face was pure sex. They both knew the answer. And they both understood the small thrill in having this conversation in front of all these people, their low voices making an intimate bubble around them. "
7 " The contrast of her competence and strength in her daily life--he had a feeling Mischa was the kind of woman who didn't let anyone fuck with her--to the raw vulnerability she'd shown him last night. "
8 " There are a number of eyes on already, sweetheart. They envy me. I can see it in the way they stare. No, don't look. Look only at me. "
9 " But?""There's no 'but' as far as that's concerned. I just want to be honest about my intentions."She almost laughed. "Your intentions? Connor, no one is standing over you with a shotgun. When did I strike you as the kind of woman who was worried about anyone's intentions? I know we're not heading into a relationship. I wouldn't even call this dating. "
