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“Yeah, because you know what happened to Goldilocks, right?  The big…” He leaned in closer.  “Bad….”  Closer still.  “Bear ate her all up.”  His face once more had that neutral assessing expression he habitually wore, except for his eyes that roiled with heated intent.
“I think.”  Nell swallowed.  “You’re getting your fairy tales mixed up.  I believe it was Goldilocks who ate porridge.”
“Nah, Goldilocks got too sassy.  There was eating… but it definitely wasn’t porridge.”
― Jane Cousins, To Trap A Temptress

“That scar you flaunt is beyond hideous. I suggest you wear a scarf or a large necklace at the very least, to provide a distraction from such a glaring flaw.”
“Ah, now your rumoured exceedingly large collection of scarves and enormous necklaces makes sense.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“I don’t like to be one to say I told you so.” Perri nudged her sister, as Alia stifled yet another yawn. “But the two of us would have made dreadful nuns.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“Stephanie wasn’t one for getting chatty after sex, or before, for that matter. Silent, disposable partners were kind of her sweet spot. But she’d often found the male of the species did not get the value of quiet time. They were all - that was amazing. You are amazing. That thing you did with your leg? above your head? amazing. When can I see you again? Let me give you my digits. Hey, why are you just walking away?”
― Jane Cousins, What's Up, Buttercup?