Becky

“Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my needs. —T-SHIRT”
― Darynda Jones, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight

“Can I see it?"
He blinked, still scowling, "See what?"
"Your scar." His expression darkened like a sudden eclipse and I let my gaze grow cold. "You want to hear me scream? Give it your best shot. But until then, every time you take off your shirt, you may as well be handing out my business card. I shoved my blade deep inside you and loved every single inch of it. When I can't sleep at night, the memory of you screaming like a little bitch is my lullaby. And everybody knows exactly what that scar means- that you got your ass handed to you by a little girl. Again.”
― Rachel Vincent, Alpha

“I have an idea. Let's take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won't be your fault.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“You're a fuckin' parasite." I could never become a vampire. Filthy leeches.

"Words still hurt, Chase. Besides, you should be thanking me. My advice about the Valkyrie clearly worked. And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”
― Kresley Cole, Dreams of a Dark Warrior