Mia London

“Alex: 'Cole, did you not like Saturday night? Because I loved it. It was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had.'
Cole: Damn straight.”
― Mia London, Perfect Seduction

“Jen: 'Yes,' her voice so low. 'Yes, I have. I’ve thought about you and I being together in that way. Feeling you close to me…kissing me.'
His cock sprang to life.”
― Mia London, Life to the Max

“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
― Alan Wilson Watts

“He stretched his right hand forward, as if he wanted to touch her. "May I see for myself?" His rich, soothing voice felt like a caress over her.”
― Mia London, Undeniable Fate