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“She still sighed out her answer, though. “Fine. I’ll go.”
“Now, darlin’. I know I’m pulling you away from playing grab ass with my oldest boy on
his nice hardwood floor…” Angie barely stopped herself from spitting out her mouthful
of coffee. “But if he’s anything like his daddy, trust me, he’ll still be here when you get
back.”
Shelly Laurenston, Here Kitty, Kitty!

“Are you afraid?" Volker questioned while sitting at the table and getting comfortable.
"No. But I have incredible luck with dice and I am ruthless. You will lose, gentlemen. I will destroy your lands, take your women, ravish your men, and make your children my slave labor. I will own every castle, house, and farm that is within my reach. I won't be satisfied until I own all of it and you. I will destroy you all, gentlemen, and, to be quite blunt, I don't think you can handle it."
Van covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and he didn't dare look at his sister. Verner stepped back, motioning to the table. "Now I must insist."
"As you wish." Irene sighed and stood. She glanced at Van and gave him a quick wink before turning back to his uncle. "I do hope you're a 'sobber,' Mr. Van Holtz. Nothing I love more than the lamenting of the men I annihilate."

"I can't believe you made him cry."
"I did not. He just teared up a little."
"Yeah. I think it was when you told him, 'I now control your ports and own your manhood.'"
"His wife laughed.”
Shelly Laurenston, When He Was Bad

“She scrambled to her feet, “We… uh… better get back. The clothes… ya know.”
True, her ten grand worth of clothes were in the back of his pick-up, but he really needed a moment to… uh… compose himself.
“Are you coming?”
Well, that’s a loaded question.”
Shelly Laurenston, Here Kitty, Kitty!

“Sissy Mae Smith...stumbled into the room loaded down with even more bags. "You pack like a woman," she snarled when she finally dropped the luggage to the floor. "How can one man have so much conditioner?"

His mouth filled with French toast, Mitch pointed at his hair and snarled, "Tawny mane! Do you think this shit stays this beautiful on its own? It needs care and love! Which is more than I'm getting from you!”
Shelly Laurenston, The Mane Squeeze

“Heifer.”
“Rich man’s whore!”
“At least mine can cook the food he eats. And replaces it, too.”
“Now see, Dee-Ann Smith. That was just mean!”
Shelly Laurenston, Big Bad Beast

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