Kylie

“A knife!" I yelled, still brandishing my pillow. "Jim, I command you to get me a gelding knife. If this guy
wants to be a stallion—"
He dissolved in a flurry of white smoke even before I could finish the sentence.
Ha! Victorious again!"
Yeah," Jim drawled while I remade the bed and fluffed up my pillows. "Aisling, two; sexy, naked men
who just want to give her the pleasure of a lifetime with no commitment, zero.”
― Katie MacAlister, Fire Me Up

“I wasn't going to kill him, you buffoon.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Shattered Mirror

“I walked over to Drake and stomped on his foot. Hard. "What will I give you to
help me? What will I give you?"
He stood on one leg rubbing his foot, grinning a grin so steamy, it almost melted
my underwear. "I never doubted you would defeat her. You are my mate. You
could do no less."
I pointed a finger at him. "You are too arrogant for your own good. I officially
de-mate you. Go away. I never want to see you again. Except maybe tonight.
Naked. Your place. But after that, no more.”
― Katie MacAlister, You Slay Me