Leslie

“Got your text,” he said when I climbed out. “How much did it hurt?”
“Not at all,” I said. “Apparently, I can’t get a tattoo because I’m a witch.”
“I could have told them-” He stopped. “Oh, you said witch.”
“Ha-ha.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Gathering

“This is so cool,” I said as Dad walked away. “Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot?
“He’s a she,” Mom said.
“Is she hot? Cause I’m still young, you know. My sexual identity isn’t fully formed.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Gathering

“I’m not—
Lady Macbeth
Lucrezia Borgia
Catherine the Great. I am
—a woman doing what she has to do. I am
—the woman you made me.
Elena is at war.”
― Don Winslow

“I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O. ”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon