Roger S. Pressman

“Wicked girl,’ Hamish chided, laughing into her hair. She felt the familiar wave of jealousy, battling her heart’s desire to give herself to him without fear. The thought of having that French vixen back under the roof of Castle Kintochlochie made her feel quite nauseous. It would take all her self-control not to throw a cup of hot coffee into Felicité’s lap.”
― Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Highland Christmas

“There were times Flora wanted to slap her mother, hard. She went to make toast for everyone, not least to soak up the brandy. The plainclothes police officer who’d been assigned to them was leaning against the breakfast bar, fiddling with her mobile phone. “Would you like me to do that?” she asked, when Flora came in.”
― Elizabeth Haynes, Under a Silent Moon

“I’d wait on that if I were you. I think he’s got his hands full for a while.” Sometimes all Daniel could do was sit back and shake his head at the constant ribbing between the two cousins. The situation didn’t matter; one of them was always hounding the other, in a cousinly way, of course.”
― C.G. Cooper, National Burden

“Kate stashed her camera gear in the foyer corner, and rested her back against the locked door, her bad leg throbbing. The smell of last night’s lasagna still lingered in small pools of spicy scent around her. She scanned her home. Too bad she’d fallen for this apartment. High ceilings with ornate moldings. Something out of her dreams. She should have known better. She pushed off. Enough memories. First she dug for an envelope from the box she kept stashed in a kitchen drawer. A final”
― Terri Tiffany, The Bend