Karla Martinez

“Her hand fluttered over her heart. "Did you just say the word shopping without flinching?"

"I did. So?"

"So, that's gotta be a record. It's a worldwide fact men hate shopping."

"How can I hate it when I've never done it?"

Her lips curled into a slow, beautiful smile. "If you weren't already an angel, I'd dub you a saint. Poor guy. You have no idea what you're in for.”
― Gena Showalter, Wicked Nights

“This means nothing,” she said.
“Less than nothing,” he lied.
“I’ll hate myself later.”
“I hate myself now.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“We were just sitting on the bed, together, and you were just drinking from me, your mouth on my skin, and you didn't have any panties on?"

"You mean you didn't look?”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Surrender

“William: I just had the best idea ever. Let's give Maddox a ring.
Paris: You mean propose to him? To grumpy ole Maddox? Willie, why didn't you tell us you're a masochist, who swung that way? You're so delicate, he'll rip you to shreds the moment you climb into his bed. Plus, he's hitched himself to Ashlyn. You try to lay a move on him, and that sweet thang will rearrange your face.
William: I mean call him, you idiot. What's with you tonight? Permanent brain damage? We'll breath heavily and ask him what he's wearing. I bet no one's phone sexed him before.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Secret