Lisa Creane

“Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon thy sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin

“So I told him his bread was ugly, and he called me a dough diva. A dough diva. Of all the nerve! We're going out on Saturday.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“My fees are negotiable,’ said Strike, ‘if I like the client.’ He followed Leonora Quine into his office and closed the door behind him with a snap.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm

“the women fell silent with the instinctive courtesy women often show to incapacitated males.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm