Jake Fraser

“You Christians look after a document containing enough dynamite to blow all civilisation to pieces, turn the world upside down and bring peace to a battle-torn planet. But you treat it as though it is nothing more than a piece of literature.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“My brows drop in confusion as I stare at the ninety-nine on Blake’s shirt. “You told me the other day that you were number thirteen.” “I loaned my jersey to the sub and borrowed an extra from work.” My lips morph into a frown. “So, whose number am I wearing?” “That would be mine.” There could be a thousand people chattering around me, and I’d still be able to pick out Walker’s amused voice. I slowly turn around and meet his smug smile. My peripheral picks up the number thirteen across his chest matching mine. Well, that backfired. “How nice of you to wear my number, Jane.” Oh, that smugness. I would slap it off his face, except it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After

“The most beautiful woman in the room is in my arms. They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you. And then, they’re thinking, How on earth did Walker Collins get Jane Hayes?”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After

“They like each other. What about when she falls on top of him?"
"That's an accident."
"Yes, but it leads to a sexy moment."
"Sexy how? She gets a concussion."
"But they gaze into each other's eyes before she passes out."
"I didn't read that as gazing. I read it as glaring."
"That's on you."
"No, that's on the script."
"I'm telling you, that's a turning point for them."
"And I'm telling you, that's not how that works."
"Fine. Fall on me sometime, and I'll show you."
"Fine. I will”
― Katherine Center, The Rom-Commers