Gabbie

“Do you mind if I ask you a question, darlin’?” “Only if you stop calling me darlin’.” “Now where I come from that’s a term of endearment.” “Really? Well, where I come from motherfucker is a term of endearment. Want me to start calling you that?”
― Shelly Laurenston, The Mane Event

“Dear God, the woman was still beautiful. After all these years. All this time. And he bet he could have her pants off and be inside her in…he glanced at his watch. Thirty seconds. Yeah. That would work.”
― Shelly Laurenston, The Mane Event

“John, you don’t like me.”

“I’ve never said I didn’t like you.”

“You don’t have to say it. You just look at me and I know it’s true.”

His brows drew together. “How do I look at you?”

She sat back. “You scowl and frown at me as if I’d done something tacky, like scratch myself in public.”

He smiled. “That bad, huh?”

“Yes.”

“What if I promise not to scowl at you?”

“I don’t think that’s a promise you can keep. You are a very moody person.”

He removed one hand from his pocket and placed it over the even pleats of his shirt. “I’m very easygoing.”

Georgeanne rolled her eyes. “And Elvis is alive and raising minks somewhere in Nebraska.”
― Rachel Gibson, Simply Irresistible

“Do I need to ask if you had anything to do with what I’m not wearing?” She wouldn’t freak out. She would remain calm, cool, collected. Oh shit, she didn’t remember a damn thing about falling into bed.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Pepper, but I left you standing at the door. What you did after you closed it—in my face, I might add—is all on you.” He reached for the cover, but she grabbed it and pulled it tight around her body. “But I’m flattered that you include me in your fantasies.”

“Why has no one murdered you by now? Or at least taken a soap-filled sock to you?” That was a fun thought. Jaime on the floor, all tied-up and being flogged. “No, on second thought, murder is better. It’s more permanent.”

“My, but aren’t you bloodthirsty in the morning.” He leaned against the post at the foot of the bed, his eyes traveling her body, belying his stated disinterest. “Do you always sleep naked? Or just when you’re drunk?”

“You got me drunk, you prick, while you were drinking water. You poured enough gin into me to fill a damn bathtub.”

“You could have said no at any time.”

“That’s what your mother should have said the night you were conceived.”
― Mercy Celeste, Wicked Game