Kate Young > Quotes

“He gave me a crooked smile. God, he could charm me even when I wanted to throttle him. "Life is short. It's your decision how you deal with this. Let's forgive, forget, and move on."
That comment doused the charm. "Why is it that when a man screws up, they always pull out the forgive and forget card? And you're right, it is my decision how I deal with this. But it was your decision that got us here in the first place! Yes, life is short. Too short to deal with BS like this."
"Nothing is going on." He threw his hands in the air. "I don't even remember that woman's name. I was sitting at the bar and she sat next to me. We shot the breeze for a few minutes. She had foam on her lip and I wiped it off. That's it."
"Well, maybe I want to wipe some foam off of some hot tourist's lip and shoot the breeze."
"You better not!" His jaw clenched.
Typical double standard.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“Alex gawked at the baked goods. He sat down on one of the metal barstools. "Feeling stressed out, I see."
"Yeah." I passed the platter toward him. "Help yourself to the peach rolls or turnovers. I made them last night, so they're fresh."
"We okay?"
I nodded.
He didn't hesitate. "God, Marygene," he groaned around a mouthful, an expression of awe on his face. "There is nothing like your baked goods. I mean it. I've eaten pastries in all the best shops in Savannah, and nothing compares to yours."
Well, that was a real nice compliment. There were ample high-end pastry shops in Savannah.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“We all left exhausted, and I went home and baked. It's how I coped with stress. Something about shoving my hands in a good dough, baking off a fruit loaf with a delicate crumb, or producing a perfectly crunchy batch of chocolate cranberry biscotti simply brought me comfort. I opened the pocket doors and invited the fresh, salty air and the sound of crashing waves inside while I tested a new recipe for chocolate peanut butter muffins, made a loaf of Irish soda bread loaded with dried fruit, nuts, and orange zest, along with two dozen pecan sandies, and finished off with cranberry pistachio biscotti.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“I'm not sure we'll have much to your liking, other than the roasted vegetables. We Southerners are all about refined sugar and flours."
"You don't eat sugar or flour?" Sam's eyebrows reached his hairline. "God, what else is there? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a carnivore through and through, but I couldn't live without breads and desserts."
"Sam!" Poppy gave him a disapproving look. Maybe she could polish my brother, although I doubted it.
Javier ladled several scoops of chicken and dumplings onto his plate. "I try to eat clean. But it's not as if I don't ever splurge. I love a grain-free veggie pizza with no cheese."
The table gasped.
"Veggie pizza with no cheese!" Meemaw looked appalled. "That's not pizza! What's the point without the cheese?"
Javy passed the tureen to Betsy, who scowled at her grandmother. "It's still pizza, Meemaw. I might try that sometime."
Alex choked on a sip of tea. I elbowed him as Betsy leaned around Javy to glare at her cousin.
"I agree that on occasion, you gotta splurge."
Alex laughed under his breath. "Cheese is your favorite food group, Bets." The idea of Betsy eating clean really seemed to tickle his funny bone. He was lucky she wasn't sitting closer to him. He'd pay later.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped her knife. "And yours is beer foam."
The table went silent.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“You're practically pimping out your only daughter." I grinned when I heard the choking sound on the other end of the line. He'd been having his morning coffee... perfect timing.
"He was supposed to sleep on the couch." Eddie didn't sound happy.
"Was he? He said otherwise." I parked and hid my snickers by pressing the mute button.
"You better be riling me up for the heck of it."
I let the line go dead silent.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“I thought the nonsense between you and that Myers boy was over years ago," Mama said.
I made a face. "Stop projecting your issues on me. Eddie wasn't good enough for you, so Alex isn't good enough for me. Not that it matters. He's here because Eddie wants me kept safe."
She waited until I began my facial cleansing ritual before speaking. "This has nothing to do with Edward and me."
"Right.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“Surely, if there was someone there, Izzy would still be going nuts. The little dog was a Chihuahua, poodle, and terrier mix. Terriers and Chihuahuas were good watchdogs by nature.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“Behind the counter, I placed the pre-sliced pumpkin cheesecake with caramel pecan topping into the refrigerated glass display case. My cheesecakes were a thing of beauty. The delicate, spicy ginger-cookie crust gave the bottom a nice firm bite at the end of the airy whipped cream-cheese filling. It boggled my mind as to why people only indulged in delicious pumpkin once a year. Not at our diner. You could get a cup of pumpkin-and-black-bean soup with lump crabmeat or shrimp, or a spiced pumpkin muffin, on certain days of the week throughout the year. We attempted to rotate our daily offerings to keep them fresh and desirable.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“I assembled the breakfast while Sam set up the coffee urns. I arranged one platter beautifully, with peach rolls, apple cider doughnuts, mixed fruit turnovers, and healthy slices of cinnamon streusel coffee cake. On the other, breakfast burritos---Eddie's favorite---mini spinach and crab quiches, and bagels with smoked salmon, cream cheese, and chives.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“Y'all know that little gal Kelly Crawford that works down at Tuckers?" Tuckers Jiffy Lube was the only gas station and mechanical shop in town.
Jena Lynn's face contorted in disapproval.
"You referring to that scantily clad girl who runs the register?" I asked as Jena Lynn hopped up to retrieve the coffeepot.
"That's the one." Betsy curled up her lip in disgust.
"That girl is barely legal!" I was outraged.
"I know! I'm going to tell her granny. She'll take a hickory switch to the girl when she finds out what she's been up to. She was all over Darnell." Betsy wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She was right about that. Her granny wasn't the type to spare the rod; she parented old-school style.
Jena Lynn's tone rose as she stirred raw sugar into her coffee. "You caught them?"
"Well, I called him after what happened with poor Mr. Ledbetter---"
We shook our heads.
"---told him I was going to be late 'cause I was taking that extra shift. Guess he thought late meant real late 'cause when I got home, they we're rootin' around on my couch, the one my meemaw gave me last spring when she had her house redecorated."
We sat in stunned silence.
"I threw his junk out last night. And when he still didn't budge from the TV"---she paused for effect---"I set it all on fire, right there in the front yard." She leaned back and crossed her arms over her expansive chest.
"That's harsh." Sam stacked his empty plates. "Maybe it wasn't Darnell's fault." Jena Lynn and I gave him a disapproving glare. He appeared oblivious to his offense, and the moron had the audacity to reach into the container for a cream cheese Danish.
"Sam, if you value that scrawny hand of yours, I'd pull it out real slow or you'll be drawing back a nub," Betsy warned.
"Sheesh!" Sam jerked backward. It was obvious he didn't doubt her for a second. He marched toward the kitchen and dropped the plates in the bus tub with a loud thud.
"He should know better. You don't touch a gal's comfort food in a time of crisis," I said, and my sister nodded in agreement.
Jena Lynn patted Betsy on the arm. "Ignore him, Bets. He's a man."
I stood. "And if I may be so bold as to speak for all the women of the world who have been unfortunate enough to be in your shoes, we applaud you."
A satisfied smile spread across Betsy's lips. "Thank you." She took a little bow. "That's why my eyes look like they do. Smoke got to me." She leaned in closer. "I threw all his high school football trophies into the blaze while he was hollering at me. The whole neighborhood came out to watch."
I chuckled. The thought of Darnell Fryer running around watching all his belongings go up in smoke was hilarious. I wished I'd been there. "Did anyone try to step in and help Darnell?"
"Hell nah. He owes his buddies so much money from borrowing to pay his gambling debts, the ones that came out brought their camping chairs and watched the show while tossing back a few cold ones." She got up from the counter to scoop a glass full of ice and filled it with Diet Coke from the fountain. "Y'all, I gotta lose this weight now I'm back on the market."
Betsy was one of a kind.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“arms. “Damn straight. I’m not leaving my mate alone”
― K.A. Young, Coven

“You've never been right in the head, just like Viola. I heard about the threat you made. And now that I think about it, you were probably in on it too! Maybe even the ringleader."
The guests were edging closer.
Betsy folded her arms across her chest, her face full of outrage. "You're insane! I've been on my best behavior. Aunt Vi and I even contributed to the rehearsal dinner when you were struggling to pay for it."
Regina Myers's head whipped backward as if Betsy'd slapped her. She took in the growing crowd and her face colored to an unhealthy shade of puce.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“My idea won't change the recipe. Your burger and filling are divine."
He gave me a cocky grin. "Damn right they are."
"I just agreed. What I'm suggesting is we can offer my idea as an add-on. You know, for an upcharge."
"Just tell me. You're going to anyway." He didn't seem upset anymore.
"What if we added blue cheese to the burger or crabmeat?"
He scooped the burgers up and put them on a warm bun. He was listening.
"Maybe call it Surf and Turf Black and Blue. Or something."
"That's the best idea I ever heard." Betsy hung a ticket on the wheel. "I wish I hadn't had lunch already. I'd be the guinea pig for that!"
The fryer alarm went off, and Sam pulled the basket of chicken fried chicken and hooked it to drain. "We should definitely try it. We could experiment with a couple of cheeses."
That was fine by me, as long as blue cheese was one of them.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“Regina kicked a hornet's nest, throwing around accusations within the Myers family, and Betsy publicly threatened her."
Oh, Betsy.
"Regardless of what Betsy says in anger, Regina knows Betsy would never hurt her family and accusations aren't proof. What about the biker guy? All signs point to him, in my opinion."
Eddie sighed. "Regina has other ideas."
"Ah, ideas that just so happen to not paint her daughter-in-law as a cheater and her son as a moron for being blind to her stepping out on him.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“You're an outsider, and I don't know you from Adam. And it seems the world has gone mad in a biblical sense. We must be living in the last days scenario with brother turning against brother. For all we know, we're on the verge of an apocalypse. We're taking precautions."
Detective Thornton lowered his chin to make direct eye contact with Aunt Vi. "I assure you, Miss Myers, God nor the Bible isn't who you or your niece should fear. At the moment, it's the law."
"I smell sulfur. Like a demon rising from pit of Hades. Get behind me, Satan!" Aunt Vi rebuked and held up two fingers to resemble a cross at the detective.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“as I pull on a pair of jeggings.”
― K.A. Young, Destiny of the Female Warrior

“You've been keeping in touch with the reporter?"
"He came by the diner the other day. And that reminds me, you told me he was a by-the-book detective. Calhoun has evidence to the contrary."
He squared his shoulders and faced me head-on. Betsy was pushed out of the middle.
"What are you implying?" he spat.
"Hey, y'all," Betsy interjected.
"I'm not implying anything. I just want to know if you still think Detective Thornton is a pristine detective."
"Do you always believe everything people tell you?" Alex's jaw clenched.
"No." I bared my teeth.
If he wanted a fight, he'd certainly get one!
He took a step closer to me. "You believe the reporter?"
I jerked my head.
His neck was corded and his arms tensed. Boy, was he angry. "Some asshole floats into town with tall tales, dangling bait in front of your pretty little face, and you just bite? You've known him for two damn seconds. Me, you've known your whole damn life."
"Um... y'all," Betsy said louder.
"Where is all this anger comin' from?" I shrieked. "Somebody is going around murdering people. And since the department had to march to the tune of a crooked cop, I felt I had to do something."
That was a grave allegation I honestly didn't believe. He had ruffled my feathers and I was lashing out.
"And your keen investigative skills led you to believe I was dirty? Perhaps you think I'm the one going around killing people?" His voice teetered on unhinged.
"Don't be stupid," I said, more calmly.
He felt patronized, that was beyond obvious. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave and I was searching for the appropriate words to apologize effectively, when he said, "What's with you and older men? Daddy issues?"
I gasped. "How dare you?"
That was the ugliest thing he could have ever said in this moment. And he'd said it.
His facial expression changed, and he took a step forward. I took one backward.
Eddie's commanding voice boomed, "Enough."
"I tried to warn y'all," Betsy said softly.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“The four-tiered cake with brilliant Italian meringue buttercream frosting offset with champagne-dusted icing pearls and freshly cut Stargazer lilies from the florist would be the centerpiece of centerpieces.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“aside. Not that any of that even mattered now. If Anna wanted me to do this, then I would. Anna is not only my paired warrior, she is the last female warrior of our race, Queen of the Nephilim, and more importantly, my dearest friend. She would never ask this of me if it weren’t absolutely necessary. I looked into the brilliant green eyes of my best friend; she appeared as conflicted as I felt as she ran her fingers through her”
― K.A. Young, Coven

“And Alex cares about you, Marygene. He's just too stubborn to admit his feelings for you."
Alex and I both whirled on her.
"Marygene has the hots for you too. But she's just as bullheaded as you are."
If looks could kill, she would be dead.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“This recipe was a variation on Nanny's stout cake. Jena Lynn and I experimented when mango beer came on the market one summer. We added coconut and raspberries, and the mango beer cake was born.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“When life gives you lemons you make lemonade. Then find someone whose life has given them vodka and have a party!”
― K.A. Young, Crypt Keeper

“This line of questioning is absurd. You don't like me, fine. I don't much care for you, either. Eddie does, so I'll be civil because you don't mean a hill of beans to me. But, I refuse to remain here and be treated in such a rude manner."
"Surely you wouldn't expect special treatment as the sheriff's daughter, would you?"
Betsy could do way better than this bozo. "Of course not." I placed both hands on the table as I leaned closer to him. "As you so thoughtfully brought back to my attention, not that I needed a reminder, I've had experience with insecure men who need to demean women to make themselves feel powerful." I smiled sweetly at him.
"What are you insinuating, Miss Brown?"
I'd hit a nerve. Good. "You're a smart fella, you'll figure it out.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“Hannah showed me what on the order had been completed, and I rushed to begin the four baker's dozens of our good-morning muffins. They were a big hit with the health-crazed folks on the island. The muffins were packed with grated carrots, chopped apples, raisins soaked in vanilla, coconut, and pecans.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“It was a gorgeous cake, prosecco sponge with a delicate strawberry filling that I'd perfected over the summer. The kirsch liqueur made the flavors come alive and burst into a symphony on the taste buds.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“pains that were a product of her understanding and becoming what she was born to be. He’s the storybook version of the prince in Cinderella on steroids; people feared him in a way they hadn’t any King before him. The incident awhile back, where he had literally ripped a vampire in half while on quest to find the one who’d captured Anna, had spread like wildfire through the kingdom. Not that I could take total credit for the story getting around; there were others who enjoyed telling the events far more than I did, but not by much. Torch, the new King”
― K.A. Young, Coven

“Marygene, girl, this is the best lime cheesecake I ever put in my mouth," Mr. Collins said from the back booth.
I stood up straight and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Collins. That's so nice of you to say."
"Is it a new recipe?" his wife, Nita, asked.
"Not really. I tweaked it a tad. I added a bit of cream at the end that I folded in by hand. It makes the batter bake off light and airy."
"It does. So good." Nita took another bite. "Every time you tweak another recipe, you bring me a slice for dessert."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“I thought it was odd no one mentioned Lucy, other than a few folks saying horrible things like Alex dodged a bullet and it was too bad they didn't get any cake."
My eyes went wide.
"I know. She didn't make the best impression in the year she lived here. I mean, surely there are those that must've liked her. You know me, I don't like to talk bad about anyone, and I think it's dreadful what happened to the girl. On her wedding day, no less. But she could've done well to take a lesson in manners and etiquette. To be so pretty, some ugly things came out of her mouth. And you know what mama used to say."
"'Ugly words shouldn't come out of pretty mouths. No matter how much paint you put on the barn, the ugly taints the whole structure,'" we said in unison.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“Back in my room, I put Izzy down, pulled my dress over my head, and tossed it on the floor, lost in thought.
"Marygene Brown," Mama scolded the second I closed the door.
I screamed. Izzy was growling and running around Mama, barking.
Alex bolted through the door, gun in hand, scanning the room for an intruder. "What is it?"
I held my hand over my heart, a familiar response for me now, and scooped Izzy up. Mama was giving me a chastising glare, her arms folded across her chest. She didn't seem to like the idea of Alex sleeping in the house. She was such a hypocrite. That was when I recalled I was standing in nothing but my bra and panties. Alex devoured me with the intensity of his gape. I snatched the dress off the floor, using it to cover myself.
"Um... I thought I saw a mouse. Sorry I alarmed you," I stammered.
"Mouse, my derriere," Mama said. "That boy doesn't need to be in this house. You have a blind spot when it comes to him." She had never been fond of Alex.
He was subpar in her eyes. He didn't own his own business, like Zach did, nor did he come from an aristocratic family. He was a common boy who grew into a common man, who earned a deputy's salary. Like Eddie.
Alex had a lopsided grin. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were using that as an excuse to get me up here. A little jealous tonight, were we?"
"You watch yourself, young man!" Mama scolded, her finger in his face. Not that he saw her.
"Shh," I said to Mama.
"What are you shushing me for? Any man would think the same," Alex said.
"I thought I heard it," I held my hand to my ear, "the mouse, listen."
He put his gun back into his holster. "Right. If you want me to stay," he waggled his eyebrows at me, "all you have to do is ask."
"I mean it. You're about to get it, young man," Mama was waving her arms around like a lunatic, and I wasn't certain she could do no harm. She had slammed me to the floor the other night.
"No. I swear it was a mouse." I shoved him out the door. "I'll be fine. Good night, Alex."
"Good night, Marygene." He grinned again as I closed the door. "If you need me, just holler." He put extra emphasis on the word need.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“You get yourself a good peach brandy from the liquor store. Pour yourself a jigger full and mix it with some raw honey from Mason's Market. He has the local honey with all the wonderful antibiotic properties still in it." She made a face. "Not that cheap industrial stuff. It'll cure that cough in no time. Help you sleep too." She winked at Betsy.
"Glenda's right. We use cinnamon whiskey and honey. Works like a charm every time." Miss Susie smiled. Her face lit up in that warm, loving, grandmotherly way.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride