Carla Brown

“Sara started choking. I turned toward her convulsions. "Sorry, " she whispered, her face bright red. "Some bullshit caught in my throat.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“Remember there is always a choice. I chose to live. I chose to love. I chose to breathe.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Out of Breath

“She wanted to be someone’s muse—to be worshipped and adored, body and soul. She wanted to play Beatrice to a dashing and noble Dante and to inhabit Paradise with him forever. And to live a life that would rival the beauty of Botticelli’s illustrations.”
― Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno

“You are never to be alone in a bedroom with a male.”
She snorted. “You have no say over who I have in my bedroom. If I want to invite the entire Miami Dolphins team into my bed and have a big orgy while covered in chocolate sauce, you have no say in that whatsoever.”
The brief image set fire to his blood, but he kept his temper on simmer, unwilling to let her bait him. Still, he kind of wanted to hunt down every player on the football team and turn them into stains on the Astroturf.
“My house,” he gritted out, “my rules. No chocolate NFL orgies in my keep. I think that’s a reasonable request.”
― Larissa Ione, Lethal Rider