Courtney

“She’s got him so pussy-whipped.” A half-full bottle of water hit Chad high on his back, jolting him off stride. Only natural athleticism kept him from landing in a heap at the bottom of the treadmill. He slapped the red button on the console and looked around. “Fuck you, Lowell.” Chad laughed when he saw Gunny Palmer sitting in his sport chair a few feet away, dressed in workout clothes. “Well, you are. Did I see you carrying her fabulous, bejewelled purple purse the other day?” Palmer clamped his heavy jaw, dark eyes narrowing. “Yes, you did. I’ll carry the damn thing everywhere she goes if she wants me to. You know why?” “Why?” Chad asked, laughing. “Because I get to go home and crawl into bed with her at the end of the day. And if she’s fucking happy, so am I.” Duncan punched Chad on the shoulder. “I think he’s got a point.” Chad”
― J.M. Madden, Embattled Minds

“Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“I think experienced makes me sound like an aging hooker.”
― Susan Mallery, Chasing Perfect

“Katie, honey, you need a date for your sister’s wedding.”
“I had a date, Mom. He’s marrying the bride.”
― Susan Mallery, Sister of the Bride