Maria Rose

“My mouth fell open. “Did you really just compare me to Olivia Newton-John?”
“I just meant like going from, y’know, prim to all sexed up.”
“I feel . . . weird.”
“You look amazin. Amazin.”
He pulled me against him, hands snaking under the glamour cardigan to make the acquaintance of my arse.
Chloe gave a warning screech. “Don’t smudge ’im!”
He grinned, tilting his head because, in my heels, I was just a little bit taller than he was. “You’re giving me chills, babes.”
“Is that so? Are they multiplying?”
“Hunjed pahcent.”
“You’d better shape up, then.”
“You’re like totally the one that I want”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“How about some hot chocolate, Mrs. C?” Beck asked. “Warm those crabby old bones of yours.” “Let’s hope you’re hung, young man, because you’re certainly not charming.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame

“What kind of city doesn’t have a football team? Explain that to me, Wes.” “They do have one,” I point out. “The Argonauts.” Richard narrows his eyes. “Is it an NFL team?” “Well, no, it’s CFL, but—” “Then they don’t have a team,” he says firmly. I stifle a laugh.”
― Sarina Bowen, Him

“Find 'em hot, leave 'em wet," he murmured.
"Well known firefighter maxim.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame