Tami

“Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on itself. Building. We pet it, nurse it into existence. It is ours. All ours. A coveted perfection. And when it refuses to be ignored, it rages. It roars to life. A building inferno. Consuming. We are but pawns to its deceptive power. Though we attempt to guide it, caress it tenderly into a loving beauty, it can not be controlled. It’s a haunted, vengeful lover. Like a wildfire devouring life within it’s path, we can only follow it’s carnal trail.”
― Trisha Wolfe, With Visions of Red

“is empty and all the devils are here,’” Brady mumbles.”
― Kate L. Mary, Lost World

“You're mine, London. We can dance this violent dance until we bleed each other dry, or we can surrender. Your choice. But I will have you.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Born, Darkly

“But I can't imagine ever not wanting her, regardless of how her body looks. Because I love her, and when you love someone, sex begins and ends with your heart. (Drew)”
― Eva Charles, Double Play