Jeanna Smith

“Sweet baby Jesus riding a skateboard down a freeway without a helmet, Blaire’s family is a bunch of assholes.”
― Helena Hunting, Kiss My Cupcake

“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“God, you’re beautiful.” He squeezes both of my hands. “You look like you were made for me.” I squeeze back. “That’s because I am.”
― Helena Hunting, Kiss My Cupcake

“It’s called a bar, and judging from the look of it, I think you fell down the wrong rabbit hole, Alice. Wonderland isn’t here.”
― Helena Hunting, Kiss My Cupcake