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“He grinned. "It's more of a personal challenge. Do you have any interest in getting to know me at all? Personally, I mean."

"Can't I just Google you? Isn't your entire life somewhere online?"

He scowled. "Probably.”
― Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass

“You could knock,” Trey said. Brian paused in the bedroom’s doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy’s back. Trey’s hand slid up under the hem of his new friend’s T-shirt. The guy’s eyes widened and he caught Trey’s hands in his. “H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I call you Brian?” Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. “This isn’t what it looks like. I don’t like guys or anything.” He shook his head vigorously. “You will,” Trey murmured, inching the guy’s shirt further up his belly. “Trey, are you molesting virgins again?” Brian grinned at his best friend’s delight with his latest conquest.”
― Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass

“Who shot you?"
For a moment he looked annoyed. "I fail to see what that's got to do with anything. Reading assures me that anyone who's ever met me would have reason to shoot me, so I must
admit with all candor that I have no idea. Was it you?"
"If I'd shot you I wouldn't have missed," she said.
"Was that wishful thinking or are you in fact a practiced shot?"
"Desire would have made up for lack of expertise.”
― Anne Stuart, Ruthless

“This is mine," he growled into her ear.

"Say it."

"Say it Jessica. Say it.”
― Olivia Cunning, Rock Hard