Anita Reid

“When this man kisses like this, he doesn’t just kiss you, he owns you.”
― Victoria Ashley, Slade

“I gave Clive a sock full of catnip and a bowlful of tuna. My hope was to get him wasted and passed out before the action started. The treats had the opposite effect. My boy was ready to party down when the first strains of Purina came shrieking through the walls about one fifteen in the morning. If Clive could have put on a mini smoking jacket, he would have. He stalked the room, pacing back and forth in front of the wall, playing it cool. When Purina began her meows, though, he couldn’t contain himself. He once again launched toward the wall. He jumped from nightstand to dresser to shelf, scaling pillows and even a lamp to get closer to his beloved. When he realized he would never be able to burrow under the plaster, he serenaded her with some weird kind of kitty Barry White, his yowls matching hers in intensity.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“It’s confusing. I don’t know if I want to hug him, slap him or fuck him.”
― Victoria Ashley, Slade

“Oh God, the pain seemed to be waking up everywhere, like a monster coming alive in the dark under my bed.”
― Mia Sheridan, Archer's Voice