Summer

“I would never betray you," she responded automatically, then bit her lip.

He raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, other that boinking your enemy, I would never betray you," she qualified.

He huffed a laugh, "Boinking?"

"I believe that's one of Sheldon's terms.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Unbound

“What in Bursin’s holy name is that?” he snarled.
If it were possible to die of embarrassment, Martise was sure she wouldn’t survive the next few minutes.  “I was singing.”
His eyebrows rose almost to his hairline.  “Singing.  Is that what you call it?  It sounded like someone was torturing a cat.”
“I thought I might work faster if I sang.”  She wiped the perspiration from her forehead with a gloved hand and regretted the action.  The swipe of citrus oil she’d left on her skin burned.  Cael continued to howl, and a door shut with a bang.
"That will be Gurn coming to rescue us from whatever demon he thinks is attacking."  The branch supporting Silhara creaked as he adjusted his stance and leaned closer to her.  “Tell me something, Martise.”  A leaf slapped him in the eye, and he ripped it off its twig with an irritated snap.  “How is it that a woman, blessed with a voice that could make a man come, sings badly enough to frighten the dead?”
She was saved from having to answer the outlandish question by the quick thud of running footsteps.  Silhara disappeared briefly from view when he bent to greet their visitor.  Unfortunately, his answers to Gurn’s unspoken questions were loud and clear. “That was Martise you heard.  She was…singing.
“Trust me, I’m not jesting.  You can unload your bow.” His next indignant response made her smile.  “No, I wasn’t beating her!  She’s the one tormenting me with that hideous wailing!”
Martise hid her smile when he reappeared before her.  His scowl was ferocious.  “Don’t sing.”  He pointed a finger at her for emphasis.  “You’ve scared my dog, my birds and my servant with your yowling.”  He paused.  “You’ve even managed to scare me.”
― Grace Draven, Master of Crows

“Sebastian glanced around. “Raises my hackles, though”—another flash of lightning—“almost like it’s . . . haunted.” Sebastian gets a cookie.”
― Kresley Cole, Dark Needs at Night's Edge

“Seth bent down and scooped her into his arms, kissing her cheek, then blowing raspberries in her chubby neck rolls. Giggles filled the air as she squirmed against him, leaning back and clutching him tighter all at the same time.

How he loved this baby girl.

"I don't know about you," Chaahk said, "but I'm feeling a little rebuffed."

"Why," Seth asked with a laugh, "because I didn't blow raspberries on your neck?'

Aiden and Imhotep laughed.

Shaking his head, Chaahk motioned to Aidra, "Why doesn't she smile as us like that?"

Seth shrugged. "I'm prettier.”
― Dianne Duvall, Shadows Strike