Amara Harris

“You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Hate

“No falling in love.”
I scoffed. “Red, you’ll fall in love with me before I ever fall in love with you.” The mere idea was absurd.
Jules was the most difficult woman I’d ever encountered. God help whichever poor bastard ended up falling for her.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Hate

“Hey, Red.” I greeted her with a cocky grin. “Can’t stay away from me, huh? Don’t blame you.” I gestured at myself. “Look at all this.”

I was still shirtless from the shower, and I didn’t want to brag or anything, but my abs were a fucking work of art.

“If I knew you had company, I would’ve waited,” she said dryly. She was carrying a large portfolio bag, which was strange, since she didn’t draw. Maybe she went shopping earlier. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt your weekly lovefest with your ego.”

“Daily,” I corrected. “Self-love is critical to maintaining one’s self-esteem. But you’re hot, so you’re allowed to interrupt.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Hate

“This is a work event, so apologize, walk away, and we’ll leave it at that. But disrespect Jules again, and I’ll put you in the emergency room myself.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Hate