Whitlee Wayland

“Tink?” Her voice goes even louder. I wave a hand over her. “Yeah, you’ve got this whole angry little Tinkerbell vibe happening. I dig it.” I let my gaze trace her body for only a moment, not wanting to border on leering. But hey, fair is fair after the way she gawked at the gas station.”
― Elsie Silver, Reckless

“Where did you come from?” says Jake, peering behind me as if he’s looking for an alien spacecraft or a teleportation device. “Umm, the airport,” I admit with a shrug. “Did I know you were coming?” he says. Then he gasps, eyes wide. “Ohmygod, did I forget to pick you up?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild

“And then he blurts something out that I shouldn’t be surprised by—but I am. “I reckon she’ll wanna spend a little extra time getting to know her new grandchild.”
― Elsie Silver, Reckless

“She expects little and is not easily offended. It makes pushing her away frustratingly hard.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate