“...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.”

“Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks.”

“Back off, perv! I have a black belt in taekwondoand I will fuck you up if you take another step towardme.”Chase raised his hands in surrender, trying really,really hard to keep his eyes on hers. “Whoa, there,crouching tiger. Let’s just take this down a notch.”

“Looking back, I still can't believe how unprofessional the news media was. So much spin, so few hard facts. All those digestible sound bites from an army of 'experts' all contradicting one another, all trying to seem more 'shocking' and 'in-depth' than the last one. It was all so confusing, nobody seemed to know what to do.”

“He leans back and stares down at me, and then I suddenly see it there in his eyes, unconcealed. The lust. The want. He wants me. He’s trying to seduce me. I’m so completely fucked.”

“I took a bite of cookie and chewed. “Hmmm,” I said, trying not to spit crumbs. “Clear vanilla notes, too-sweet chocolate chips, distinct flavor of brown sugar. A decent cookie, not spectacular. Still, a good-hearted cookie, not pretentious.” I turned to Fang. “What say you?” “It’s fine.” Some people just don’t have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.”