Martina

“Uhh, Emerson, are you okay?” Ryker asked as he unfolded his tall frame from the pickup, flickering his attention to Bash.
“She’s fine,” Bash answered for me.
“I sure as hell am not!” I answered.
"Are you going to stand there while this caveman carries me off?” Bash’s hand tightened across my ass in response.
Ryker tilted his head and sighed. “Fuck my life, you two. You’re not in the same town for a week and you’re already at each other. Bash, are you going to hurt her? Rape her? Lock her away in a cave?”
“Don’t be a pain in my ass, Ryker. Of course not.”
“Emerson, are you honestly scared of Bash?” “What? No. He’s just an asshole! Put me down!” I kicked my foot and Bash grunted. Good. “Okay, well you two kids have a nice night and work your shit out. Emmy, give him hell.” He waved us off and went into the bar where his sister waited.
“Looks like it’s just us, Emmy.”
“You have to be kidding me,” I groaned.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin

“Hey, babe." He walked over and kissed my neck. "Oh! She made it! Damn, I thought she was being delivered tomorrow."
"Yeah, well, I hope that bike looks good wearing an engagement ring." Jagger laughed and left us, walking with tiny, excruciating steps back to his own house.
"What?" Josh asked. "Do you need me to carry you, old man?"
"It's going to be hard for you to walk once she kicks you in the balls man." He flippped Josh the bird and kept going.”
― Rebecca yarros

“She immediately pivoted, her finger already wagging. “Knock your shit off, Alex. I’m your kid’s preschool teacher for fuck’s sake.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin

“You and I are inevitable, and you know it. We always have been. Gasoline and fire, remember?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Point of Origin