Hannah

“Who cares that I’ve never dusted a day in my life without being forced? Cleanliness is next to godliness, right?”
― Quinn Loftis, Prince of Wolves

“Just what is your favorite subject, fetița mea picantă, my spicy girl?” he asked her. She was just taking a drink when he sent her the thoughts and she nearly spewed it out of her mouth. “Are you okay, Jacquelyn?” Fane asked her, his voice sounding a little too innocent. She glared at him as she answered, “Fine, thank you.” “I will have you know that I prefer contact sports to classes. I find that a little physical violence is good for the soul,” Jacque returned with a smirk. “Like I said, you’re fetița mea picantă.” Fane ran his tongue across his bottom lip as his gaze held hers.”
― Quinn Loftis, Prince of Wolves

“faced me, his shoulders squaring off as if ready for a fight. I shook my head. "What are you going to do? Hit me, too?" I tilted my chin up to look him straight in the eyes, then turned and walked away. His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, drawing me to a halt. I whirled around, acting on instinct, and brought my hand up so fast he barely had time to blink.”
― J.J. King, Wolf Mated

“hand in hand. “I hate the dark.” I cringed. “And God knows what I just stood on. It had better not have been a rat.” “Nope, just my foot,” Sebastian said. “Oops…sorry.” “It’s okay. I’ve got a spare.”
― Raquel Lyon, A Brush with the Moon