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“Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.”
― Billie-Jo Williams

“A wounded animal yet bears teeth”
― Billie-Jo Williams, The Book of Redemption

“For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet.”
― Billie-Jo Williams, The Book of Conflict

“Nearly everything I do is independent. It's my nature, what being fiercely independent. And publishing my written works of literature under my own imprint—Quill Pen Ink Publishing—is no different. ("Smashwords," 2018)”
― Cat Ellington

“Nothing in the world terrifies me more than to have the words stop coming. If I can't write, I could be of no use. ("Smashwords," 2018)”
― Cat Ellington

“Writing is my earthly calling. The world of words is the perfect Utopia in whose rapture I am altogther caught up. ("Smashwords," 2018)”
― Cat Ellington

“There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.”
― Billie-Jo Williams, The Book of Wrath

“Here’s what happens when a single mom meets New York City’s hottest firemanâ€�

“Then…seductively…as if he received instruction not from the FDNY’s training school but at Chippendale’s…he slowly inches each suspender off his bare shoulders.�

“You must know that exhilarating feeling of a man’s body on top of yours, all that power and muscle pressing you into the bed, the glorious taste of his tongue in your mouth, the manly scent that washes over you and makes you want to melt underneath him.�

“Let’s not forget about his nine inches of shapely fireman hose dangling so close in front of my face the scent launches me into a blissful fever.�

“Every place he touches contradicts his chosen profession, because instead of putting out a fire he surely starts one.�

“I’m so darn helpless in the arms of this powerful, young, ripped personification of New York’s Bravest that I feel myself about to erupt in the most earth shattering explosion since Mount Vesuvius last announced her presence.�

“I wonder if he could be enticed to show us a few maneuvers on the brass pole.�

“He orchestrates his own personal opera, inspiring high notes with kisses and licks along my elongated nipples, and deep moans with hands that caress my belly.�

“We are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.”
― Isabella Johns, My Hot Fireman

“He'd wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.”
― Brooke Warra

“One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.”
― Brooke Warra

“Penster: Whatever you have been learning from life once lost and returned to you (book) published online at Smashwords and distributed possible everywhere of retailers, sites, libraries, bookstores & channels, also has been accepted into the Smashwords Premium Catalog. This began shipping out to retailers. Smashwords ships approved book of Penster and updates out to most retailers same day (indeed within minutes or hours), and to Barnes & Noble hourly.”
― Mark Coker

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― Hari Seldon

“Khun Mae went to bed past midnight. After a few minutes, her mouth opened. Her hair
was a dark cloud on the pillow. Up and up, she drifted above her bed, through the white
mosquito nets, until she was as light as a sea bird. She drifted through the open flap of her
window, into the balmy night air. Through the rainstorm, she flew, over the city of Bangkok and
its blurry lights, until the stars themselves guided this bird on her journey into the mountains, and
above Tham Luang cave.”
― Suzy Davies

“Khun Mae went to bed past midnight. After a few minutes, her mouth opened. Her hair was a dark cloud on the pillow. Up and up, she drifted above her bed, through the white mosquito nets, until she was as light as a sea bird. She drifted through the open flap of her window, into the balmy night air. Through the rainstorm, she flew, over the city of Bangkok and its blurry lights, until the stars themselves, guided this bird on her journey into the mountains, and above Tham Luang cave.”
― Suzy Davies