“Nothing is as heady as the wine of possibility”
“He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.”
“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.”
“Wine makes all things possible.”
“Then his mouth lowered in a hard, claiming kiss. A groan parted my lips and his tongue snaked between them to stroke mine with sensual dominance. He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.”
“Drinking wine and wearing trousers were nothing compared to reading the history of ideas.”