Marcelle Cole

“A digital wall of masks stared back at him. His finger rolled the mouse in a slow downward scroll.
"Okay, you bastard. Where are you?”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession

“He rested a hand over hers. “Ever since I met you, keeping it professional has been practically impossible.”
“So it’s true.”
“Which part?”
“You could get in trouble for seeing me.”

He raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss to her knuckles. “I can handle a little trouble. How about you?”

Scars and a thrill seeker. Gods help her…”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession

“He twisted the heavy gold ring around his finger. It had been in his family for generations, passed down to each eldest child along with the family mission of once again ushering in the Golden Age of Man.
His great-great-grandfather had been the first of their Order to make physical progress toward the ultimate goal: to free the powerful prisoners from the center of the Earth.”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession

“He seems like a good guy, but we need to focus on finding Nia’s killer, and then finish the theater. We don’t have time for distractions. No men.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mel rolled her eyes.

“Inspiration before intercourse.”

Callie chuckled. “I should put that on a T-shirt.”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession