Wendy

“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble.

"Amy?"

Oh, God. It was Amy.

"Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club.

Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head.

"What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?"

Okay. She was definitely going after him first.”
― Cindy Gerard

“This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.”
― Suzanne Brockmann, Out of Control

“Well, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don't drink light beer, drive Smart cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don't wax our chests, ever.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Smooth Talking Stranger

“Live as big as you can, with what you've got.”
― Jill Shalvis, Instant Attraction