Lea Bookjoy

“Did she shoot me?” “Irene? Yup, but only in the arm. Leg? I don’t know. You were in wolf form.” “Where is she?” “Um, so. Koen was, um, mad.” “Ah.” “You have been de-aunted, I fear.” “How tragic,” I say, not giving a single fuck.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“I was being a patient, considerate, respectful, non-intrusive, accommodating mate. I was trying to—”
“Koen, you are the most intrusive mate ever. You never stop staring at me when we’re in the same room, you wake me up to have sex in the middle of the night, you keep tearing my clothes, and you want to be with me every second you’re not gone on pack business. You’re not really the space-giving kind of partner, and—”
“I’m trying. I could be way fucking worse.”
“—and I’m not complaining, because I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“Augustine was looking at her, and his eyes were so warm. “Why is it I tell you all my secrets?” “Because you like the way I look draped over a tree branch?” He tried to laugh, coughed instead, and grimaced.”
― Ilona Andrews, Beast Business

“What are you so happy about? I’m mad at you. At least have the decency to look embarrassed.” Bear twitched her ears. Bear and decency clearly had nothing to do with each other.”
― Ilona Andrews, The Inheritance