Evena Lewis

“There are three stages to a demonic pregnancy. I call them infestation, oppression, and possession.”
She paused with the bottle close to her mouth. “Aren’t those the stages of demonic possession?”
Smiling, he shrugged. “Pregnancy is pretty much the same thing.”
“No, it’s really not.” She cocked her head. “Anyone ever told you that you have the oddest sense of humor?”
“Once or twice.”
― Suzanne Wright, Ashes

“Boys or girls?” “Boys,” he said again immediately, and I blinked. “Really?” “Babe, my life, girls?” He shook his head and kept shaking it when he went on, “Your beauty, even a little of it, you give that to our baby?” He stopped shaking his head and his fingers gave me a gentle squeeze. “Fuck no. I’ll need to buy more guns and hire more men.” I giggled. “Make me boys,” he ordered. I giggled again.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“I looked back at him. “I’m in love with you, so yes.” He closed his eyes and he did it slowly, dropping his head. That meant something to him. I stared at him. Tall, broad, strong, scary, dude-you-don’t-mess-with Knight Sebring, head bowed, overcome. No, I was wrong. It meant everything to him.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“Honestly, trying to make me feel bad is more pointless than the ‘ay’ in ‘okay’.”
― Suzanne Wright, Ashes