Victoria

“Surround yourself with people who take their work seriously, but not themselves.”
― Colin Powell

“The Igor position on prayer is that it is nothing more than hope with a beat to it.”
― Terry Pratchett, Making Money

“World's freakiest bloodsucker, right here," I went on. "And you know what? If it makes some of you uncomfortable, too bad. If it makes some of you so uncomfortable you want to start shit with me about it, step right up and see if I don't eat the hell out of you next!"

I'd meant that last part as a threat, but somewhere in my impassioned declaration of independence from hiding what I was, I'd neglected to think through my phrasing. I saw Bones raise a brow, a muffled snicker broke out from Ian, and then Vlad laughed loud and hearty.

"With that sort of invitation, Reaper, you might want to suggest the line form to your right."

"That's not... I meant eat them in a bad way," I sputtered.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“I have your gun" I pulled the Ruger out of my bag and gave it to Ranger. He held the gun flat in his hand and looked at it. "It smells like orange blossoms."

"I washed it and sprayed it with air freshener"

"You washed it?"

"I wore rubber gloves and scrubbed it with my vegetable brush. It was.. icky"

He yanked open the driver's side door, pulled me out of the car, and kissed me. The kiss involved tongue, and a hand on my ass, and made my nipples tingle.

"I can always count on you to brighten my day" Ranger said.

Ranger drove off, and I got back into the Buick.

"That was hot," Lula said. "Imagine what he'd do if you washed his Glock

-- After Stephanie threw up on Rangers gun.”
― Janet Evanovich, Notorious Nineteen