Fee

“Goddess damn it, being a Siren quite literally sucked… she was a fricking straw for a ravenous rock.
Charisse grit her teeth in determination, unconsciously pulling up first one drooping sock, then the other… we’ll just see about that bitch.”
― Jane Cousins, To Seduce A Siren

“You bought a prostitute on our date!”
― Jane Cousins, To Shackle A Shrew

“Props?”  She was almost afraid to ask.
“Just the usual.  Stethoscope, tongue depressor... scalpel, bone saw, rib spreaders… just the normal stuff.”
“Maybe in future you should ditch the props, be less Nurse Ratched and more soft porn first day on the job candy striper.”
Darcy look genuinely puzzled for a brief moment. “Where would the fun be in that for me?”
― Jane Cousins, To Thrill A Thief

“I’m related to one. Can you believe that? It was bad enough thinking I was paranoid, going crazy or maybe just cursed, but to find out Gods are real and that I’m related to one… life sucks lemons and I’ve run out of tequila and salt.”
― Jane Cousins, To Date A Disaster