SuperWendy

“Maybe I dislike spoiled rich men who waste my time and think far too highly of their overexposed charms.” The edge to her smile and that glittering thing in her gaze grew harder. Hotter. “I’ve seen it all in the pages of every tabloid magazine every week for the last twenty years. It’s about as thrilling as oatmeal.” “I must have misheard you. I thought you compared me to a revoltingly warm and cloying breakfast cereal.” “The similarities are striking.”
― Caitlin Crews, Expecting a Royal Scandal

“Rich men like to play their games. They like to put a pretty girl on their arm and make a show out of it. They like to make sure everyone knows what a sacrifice they’re making, taking on a charity project like her, so young and so desperate. And then they make those girls pay for the privilege. They make them pay and pay and pay. You might end up with more money, but you better believe that man will take whatever’s left of your soul.”
― Caitlin Crews, Expecting a Royal Scandal

“She didn’t feel sad anymore. She felt angry. Livid. That she was risking life and limb for him, for the truth, and he couldn’t even see it.”
― Nicole Helm, Wyoming Christmas Ransom

“I’d say I’m flattered,” Brittany was saying coolly, “but I’m not. I’m not interested in being any man’s mistress. And not to put too fine a point on it, but your charms are a bit...” She raised her brows. “Overused.” He blinked, and took his time with it. “I beg your pardon. Did you just call me a whore?” “I’d never use that word,” Brittany demurred, and though her voice was smooth he was sure there was something edgy and sharp lurking just beneath it. “But the phrase rode hard and put away wet comes to mind.” She waved a hand at him. “It’s all a bit boring, if I’m honest.” “Do not kid yourself, Ms. Hollis,” Cairo advised her quietly. “I’ve had a lot of sex with a great many partners, it’s true.” “That’s a bit like the ocean confessing it’s slightly damp.”
― Caitlin Crews, Expecting a Royal Scandal