Roger S. Pressman

“Isn’t your wife worth it?” His face lit up as he said it, and his eyes grew wide and the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a sadistic grin. I noticed his respirations increased fivefold. The spec ops leader appeared to find the exchange exhilarating.”
― L.T. Ryan, Noble Beginnings

“Since coming to Kidlington, she’d managed to get on to Hillary’s boat, but the search had been disappointing and inconclusive. If her immediate boss knew where her late and unlamented husband had kept his money, it didn’t show. And she certainly hadn’t spent any of it —it was one of the first things Gemma had checked. Her car was ancient, and her home was still a bloody narrowboat of all things.”
― Faith Martin, Murder in the Mansion

“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