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186 pages, Paperback
First published April 16, 2018

“We’ve got something. But what we have has nothing to do with anyone else on earth. What we have between us, is just for us.”
“We’re quoting poetry right now and my heart is so full I want to jump up and down and scream. Who the hell is this man? No, really. Who? An MMA fighter from an underground fighting ring? A poet? A few seconds pass. Or maybe it’s minutes. But we’re quiet, staring into each other’s eyes. We’re not even waiting for someone to talk. We’re just staring. Glowing. Something is passing between us that I can’t rationally explain.”
“I love how delicate you are. Soft. You’re a siren on a quiet street. You’re all I hear.”

I open my big mouth and ask,"So, what do you think about all the problems going on in the Middle East?"His eyes widen, and he starts to laugh. I'm relieved my attempt to shake him out of his seriousness worked. He probably thinks I'm a dork now but well, whatever.
Without hesitating, he leans closet to me. "I gotta say that Nethayahu doesn't mess around. He's all about keeping Israel safe and I gotta respect that. Yeah he pushes boundaries. And the UN hates Israel's guts, thats for sure..."

“Well, aside from the obvious injury or death, the whole thing seems horribly stupid. What if one of these fighters has AIDS? I doubt anyone is getting tested and meanwhile blood is flying all over the place.” Clearly, the alcohol has removed the filter from my brain and loosened my tongue. Holy shit.
“I love how delicate you are. Soft. You’re a siren on a quiet street. You’re all I hear.”
“I’m the listener. The dreamer. The girl with her head in a book at all times. But even I know that in order to survive here, I’ve got to belong. Loners get picked on and picked off.”
“It’s just a trace of something unique, and it doesn’t make him look kind. In fact, his face and entire demeanor is absolutely feral.”
“We’re quoting poetry right now and my heart is so full I want to jump up and down and scream. Who the hell is this man? No, really. Who? An MMA fighter from an underground fighting ring? A poet?”
“When we’re together, I feel like we’ve got something more than just attraction. It’s deep; I can feel it. But he disappears. And then he’s back. I’m having emotional whiplash.”

