Favourite quotes:
- It doesn’t matter how many mistakes you made. We all make them. You shouldn’t be punished forever because of one.
- She could bluster all she wanted, but she really assumed that because of her mistakes, we wouldn’t sign her despite the fact she’d clearly outdanced every single other person on the stage.
- I fucked up my entire life. I couldn’t keep those demons inside any longer. The cracks became too large.”
“And yet you didn’t break completely,” I countered softly.
- I’d traded the spotlight on center stage for a bare bulb illuminating a cement garage floor. And how did that work out for you? No matter how many showers you take, your name is still being dragged through the mud.
- Elegance laced her raw edges.
- Now, I had the potential to be happy once more. I had to hope I could juggle the rest of my life around it.
- Only when I was standing did I take her hand, my fingers completely engulfing hers as I lifted it to my lips. “Believe me, little girl, I can bite.”
- “Several hundred years ago, Tibetan monks were soon to be under attack by the Burmese army. Their pride and joy was a pure golden Buddha statue, and they wanted to protect it. So, knowing they couldn’t fight off the powerful army that outnumbered them, they covered the Buddha in clay to conceal its value. All the monks died in the attack, but the clay Buddha — worthless in the eyes of the invaders — remained. It wasn’t until 1957 that someone noticed a crack in the old clay Buddha. Golden light emerged from the dirty, dark crack revealing there was so much more beneath the surface. When they chipped away at all the filth, they discovered a pure gold statue — a priceless statue.”
- Before I could blink, Alek sat up, flipped me over onto my stomach, and slapped my ass hard. Taking hold of my hair, he yanked back and brought his lips to my ear. “This is my theater. You are on my stage. You may be my partner here, but make no mistake, I master every move, counter every action. You follow my lead, little girl,” he growled as his mouth moved to my neck and he sucked my flesh between his teeth.
- A sharp tug had my head lifting and turning as his lips found mine, the kiss as demanding as he’d promised, his tongue pushing inside to dance with mine. I bucked up, not caring how wanton I must look as I ground my ass against any part of him I could reach.
- “And, it didn’t really matter what the press thought I deserved. I was so ashamed at all the things I’d done, I suppose I felt the need to punish myself. So, when I say I understand why people don’t trust me anymore, it’s true. How can they when I’m not sure I trust myself.”
- “Listen, shame I can handle. But your death? That is something I’m not willing to witness.”
Worst lines:
- Ballet is like dreaming on your feet. But when the dancing stops, the nightmare begins.
- “That’s right,” I cooed. “Fly for me, baby.”
I was the dominant one, the male, the alpha, and yet it was my heart that fluttered with excitement.
- “Why didn’t you ever tell the media the truth?” I asked. “Why have you always allowed yourself to be abused? If people understood your reasoning behind it, they’d be much more willing to forgive you. You made a mistake. (WOW)