“With their passing, they took the memories of an age when America was in her infancy. They experienced the turmoil and the trials of her birth. Through different lenses, one as the master of her universe and one as a slave to her existence, yet, they shared in her dream.”

“She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.”

“I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.”

“No one could see her objectively anyway. Even those who saw her for the first time, before she had opened her mouth to sing. Found her radiant, as if her talent could not be contained in her voice and so poured like light though her skin. Then all that could be seen was the weight and the gloss of her hair and the pale pink of her cheeks and her beautiful hands.”

“It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.”

“from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW :She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.” ― Victoria Vane, The Devil You Knowcoming July 27, 2012 from Breathless Press”

“Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee.Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle?Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks.Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone.Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.”