Maria Rose

“I couldn’t afford to tangle myself up in other people’s expectations and inevitable disappointment. It would be awful. An ever-expanding cycle of everyone feeling bad, like a bulimic serpent eating its own tail.”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“Why hasn’t anyone ever told me the prostate was some kind of magical pleasure zone? Are there unicorns and orgasm fairies dancing around in there?”
― Sarina Bowen, Him

“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

“You’re better than any dream I’ve ever had.”
His smile was slow, sexy, devastating. “You are every dream I’ve ever had”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Consumed