“I tilt my head toward the ceiling and gasp. Because, somehow, there is no more ceiling. No roof, nothing. It’s the night sky, brilliant with shimmering stars, the rare cloud pale against the darkness, and the full moon that glows so big it feels like I can reach up and brush my fingers against it. Here, by this highway that’s nearly deserted at night, there are so few lights and no cities for miles around so the stars can glow bright. Awe fills my heart, like a breath of clean, pure air.” StarsUrban Fantasy RomanceNight SkyCeiling Book:The Charmed List Source: The Charmed List
“I scoop up a generous mouthful, thankful for something cool to take away the sudden heat flushing up me neck. I can’t believe I agreed to this…. My drawings aren’t good enough. Then the flavor of the ice cream bursts through my mouth. And it isn’t vanilla or chocolate or any ordinary flavor like that. Honeysuckle. Our favorite activity during third-grade recess was to hide behind the classroom, lying under the window so Ms. King wouldn’t see us and ask what we were doing. Jack and I would lie out among the clover and honeysuckle, holding hands and just staring up at the impossibly huge sky. Some days, I’d bring my sketch pad so we could draw the clouds, and we made those little pictures into stories. A cloud-bunny would go on adventures with the cloud-dragon, and they’d find gleaming treasures and hidden magical lands, always together. When we got bored, we’d suck on the stems of the honeysuckle for a drop of sweetness. Those honeysuckle days are some of the sweetest moments I ever had growing up.” FlavorUrban Fantasy RomanceChildhood FriendsChildhood MemoryHoneysuckle Book:The Charmed List Source: The Charmed List
“There’s so much left unsaid as we dance under the stars. Yet, at the same time, the stark truth doesn’t need to be said at all. Together, we share a recognition of the past we had and the beauty in those all-too fleeting memories.” DancingRecognitionUrban Fantasy RomanceBook CoverUnder The Stars Book:The Charmed List Source: The Charmed List
“It’s like I’m at a middle school dance. He slides his hands around my waist, and I loop my arms around his so-broad-they-should-be-illegal shoulders. Oh, tennis. Damn. He shifts, and we begin to sway side to side. There’s no music, but the natural world outside is like a magical, real-life orchestra. The rustling grass sounds like the soft keys of a piano; the faraway cars thrum like the beat of a drum.” DancingUrban Fantasy Romance Book:The Charmed List Source: The Charmed List