Book Chomper

“What happened?”  He directed the question her way. Hadleigh shrugged, it seemed obvious to her. “I think I broke the pretty one.”
― Jane Cousins, To Woo a Warrior

“Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also, I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“Turning her attention back to her Aunt she sighed softly.  “I’d really like my security deposit back on this place, so if you do end up having to kill him… well…”
Nabha laughed softly, patting her niece on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it outside.”
“Good.”  Devon sighed with relief. That was one less thing to worry about.  “As long as we’re on the same page.”
― Jane Cousins, To Shackle A Shrew

“Props?”  She was almost afraid to ask.
“Just the usual.  Stethoscope, tongue depressor... scalpel, bone saw, rib spreaders… just the normal stuff.”
“Maybe in future you should ditch the props, be less Nurse Ratched and more soft porn first day on the job candy striper.”
Darcy look genuinely puzzled for a brief moment. “Where would the fun be in that for me?”
― Jane Cousins, To Thrill A Thief