Jessica

“What had started out as a game was now an open challenge, as well as a direct threat. Any further action would bear results, it was clear from the way his gaze smoldered into mine. In that way, it was like an optical erection.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“I’ve got it!” he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph.

“Take your knickers off.”

“What?” Did that mean what I think it did?

“Your knickers. You know—panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets—”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Don’t you want to go outside and… shag?” It was a strange word, but much better than fuck.

A quick grin lit his face before he responded. “Oh no. Right here. Love to do it in a truck.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is. ”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave