Not that I’ve read all of Lang Leav and Michael’s I can finally see similarities in their writing styles. The only difference is Michael’s is more sexual. (Not that I’m complaining lol. I love it.) I just love Dirty Pretty Things more than this one.
My favorite from Bitter Sweet Love:
“When our eyes met, all time ceased to exist. The dying seconds frozen like the petals of red roses kissed by autumn frost.”