Pia E.

“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
― Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human

“I march forward, pushing and elbowing my way through the crowd. “Pardon me. Excuse me. Coming through.”
Finally, I reach the unhappy couple. I nod to Prince. “How’s it going, Dave?”
He looks a little confused. “Uh . . . fine, thanks.”
“Good.”
Then I scoop Kennedy up into my arms—and I run.
The element of surprise is on our side, several moments pass before anyone behind us thinks to react.
“What are you doing?” Kennedy squeaks.
“Saving you.”
For a horrible second, I think maybe she didn’t want to be saved. Until her arms tighten around my neck and her body presses closer. “Hurry. They’re coming.”
I pick up the pace and smile. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
― Emma Chase, Appealed

“I am in love with you. When I look at you, think about you, I can’t decide if I want to fuck you, strangle you, or just hold you in my arms. Usually all three. And if that’s not love, I don’t know what is” … “You’re everything I’ve been searching for, before I even knew I was looking.”
― Emma Chase, Appealed

“Brent…” She gasps, fingers running through my hair. “This is real. Tell me this is real.”
My eyes jerk up to hers and I cup her jaw in one hand. “It’s real. This is so real I can’t stop shaking.”
― Emma Chase, Appealed