Maayra Shaikh

“Hey, it’s Shay in dispatch. I need Kayne.”
“Sorry, he’s taken,” Jess mumbled.
Shay laughed. “You can keep him. I only need to borrow him for a call out.”
― Julieanne Reeves, Razing Kayne

“I need you, Jess, with everything in me I need you, not just now or tonight, but forever. You're my North Star and Safe Harbor and all those other sappy clichés, but above all else, you are my dragon slayer. I need you tonight. I need you in my arms where I can feel your heart beating in time with mine. Just hold me and… and let me hold you in return.”
― Julieanne Reeves, Razing Kayne

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”                                                    ~ Washington Irving”
― Julieanne Reeves, Razing Kayne

“Go already,” Jess mumbled, but she snuggled deeper, sending pins and needles snaking up his arm.
He searched out her face in the darkness. “Are you sure, baby?”
“As long as you promise to hurry home, Pookie Bear, I'll miss you.” Jess batted her eyes at him adoringly.
“I'll check 10-8 in a few,” Kayne sighed, knowing he was going to have to figure out how to extricate himself from the sardine can of the bed. He did not want to leave them.
“Okay, Pookie Bear.” Shay chuckled before she hung up.
Kayne pinched Jess’s ass, satisfied when she yelped in surprise. “You're in so much trouble for that,” he growled.
“I guess you're really not much of a Pookie Bear, you're more of a Pookums? Or maybe a Snooky Poo?” Jess giggled when he cringed. “Sugar Kayne, Candy Kayne?”
“You're enjoying the fact that I'm a captive audience, aren't you?”
Jess nodded—the little witch.”
― Julieanne Reeves, Razing Kayne