“Just when I thought I had things under control, the reality of who I was smacked me squarely in the face. Being nuts was no fun let me tell you. I was a far cry from being the lovable eccentric. The wacky dude who mumbled to himself and wore his pants inside out. Nope, my kind of nuts was scary and consuming.”

“Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.My Prince! She thought. He chops off heads!How could I marry anyoneWho does that sort of thing for fun?The Prince cried, "Who's this dirty slut?Off with her nut! Off with her nut!”

“I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon.""It's not about ownership, you little nut.""Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.”

“The needy child voice inside me said, If she says you’re a nut, then you must be a nut. She’s your mother, the one who always tells the brutal truth.”

“I had no intention of getting involved with a tattooed, spikey-haired rock dude who wore his waistband under his ass cheeks, slept around and had commitment issues. Those were the types that had me running from the hills.”

“There was one dude in a jeans jacket who I swear to God shit in his pants when all of a sudden I was inches away from his face playing drums in the air.”