WhiskeyintheJar

“When he pulled away from the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers, still holding her. "Nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm drawing breath, Buttercup."
"Gosh. I bet you say that to all the computer nerds."
He grinned. "Nah. Just the ones who smell good and wear my hickeys on their breasts.”
― Cindy Gerard, Running Blind

“At best she’s a scrawny, hollow-eyed croneling.” “Croneling?” John tilted his head in perplexity. “Croneling. Noun. One who has yet to achieve cronehood. The adolescent phase of the British crone,” Avery lectured.”
― Connie Brockway, My Dearest Enemy: A Novel

“She smiled sweetly. “I bet you jack off with your pinkie stuck up in the air, don’t you?”
His smirking lips twitched, faint and quick as a flea sneezing. “Picture it however you like.”
― Cara McKenna, Give It All

“If you ramble enough, people will think what you’re saying is true, right?”
― Tara Sivec, Love and Lists