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“I’m too tired right now to come up with an appropriate response, so I’m going to pencil you in for later in the week. How’s Thursday work for you? I can tell you to fuck off properly then.”
― Charlie Cochet, Blood & Thunder

“If you stop referring to my penis as a love truncheon.” “Love dart?” “No.” “Portable pocket rocket?” Sloane smiled. “Absolutely.” The smile vanished. “Not.” “How about moisture missile? Peacemaker? Heat seeking missile?”
― Charlie Cochet, Blood & Thunder

“I'm Prophet."

"Seriously?"

"Why? What's your name--Jesus?”
― S.E. Jakes, Catch a Ghost

“You’re being awful generous with your late husband’s possessions,” he told her.
She grinned back at him. “You’ve loosened me up maybe? Besides, you’ve already slept with his wife, why not drive his truck? Kira drank his 1925 Chateau Feytit Clinet red wide today.”
Did he look pale? Noah swore he could feel himself blanch. His 1925 Chateau Feytit Clinet? No. She hadn’t shared that with Kira Richards. The one person in the world besides Sabella who knew exactly how horrified he’d be to hear that Sabella had dipped into his treasure trove of wines?
“He had a 1925 Feytit Clinet?” He almost wheezed. How he kept his voice calm and level he didn’t know. Hell, his training had just been shot to hell. “And you shared it with Ian Richard’s wife?”
“He had lots of wine.” She turned and shot him a look over her shoulder. “Maybe one of these nights I’ll share the other one with you. Do you want me to meet you at the garage with the pickup? It won’t take me long.”
Let her drive his pickup? Had she lost her damned mind?
“I can leave the cycle here.” He nodded to the back drive as he stepped to the porch. “I’ll just help you lock up.”
“Okay.” There was a swing to her hips that almost had his tongue hanging out of his mouth. And he almost—only almost—forgot about the wine and the truck.
She drank his wine? Drove his truck? And Rory hadn’t warned him ahead of time?”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card