WhiskeyintheJar

“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

“All it takes is six cuts,” he said near her ear. She nodded, relaxing against him as he guided her hands with precision. One deep stroke of the blade neatly removed an angled section of wood. They rotated the pencil and made another cut, and then a third, creating a precise triangular prism. “Now trim the sharp edges.” They concentrated on the task with his hands still bracketed over hers, using the blade to chamfer each corner of wood until they had created a clean, satisfying point. Done.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“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