Sandra

“Luc scored forty and slapped the darts in her palm. “The light sucks in here.”
“No.” She smiles and took great pleasure in announcing, “You suck.”
His gaze narrowed.
Weeks of anger and hurt poured out of her and she said, louder than she’d intended, “And worse – you’re a whiner.”
A collective intake of breath caught their attention and she and Luc turned and looked at the guys watching a few feet away.
“Lucky’s gonna kill Sharky,” Sutter predicted from the sidelines.
By taut agreement they both went to their respective corners. Jane shot and scored sixty-five. Luc scored thirty-four.
“Now remind me. Why do they call you Lucky?” she asked as she reached for the darts.
He pulled them back out of her reach as a slow, purely licentious smile curved his mouth. A smile that told her he was remembering her on her knees kissing his tattoo. “I’m sure if you think long and hard, you’ll remember the answer to that.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Some things just aren’t that memorable.”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“He shrugged. "I was...thinking."
"About what?"
"The fires of purgatory."
She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked.
"Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife."
She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue.
He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her.
"And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.”
― Julie Garwood, The Secret

“There’s something epic that happens every day if you look hard enough for it. And every day is a chance to go out there and do epic. The”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Actually, Richard, what’s interesting is that you have a totally loveless marriage, and so you assume that everyone else must, too. But guess what? I love Sebastian.”
“And Paul.” I turn to my ex’s dad. “What’s also interesting is that your son had a totally loving relationship that he abandoned to chase someone who could further his career. And so you must assume that the next man I fall for would be a self-serving narcissist, too. But Sebastian’s nothing like Adam.” I smile. “Thank the Lord. So, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and Screw You Very Much.”
― Katie Bailey, Season's Schemings