A-Hersia A’s Profile

“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“I don't know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“So you're my boss now," I snap.
"Technically, I'm you're boss's boss's boss."
"And technically, it's gross moral turpitude- the fact that i am fucking my boss's boss's boss."
"At the moment, you're arguing with him." Christian scowls.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“Well, make up your mind. I don’t have all night.” Fidelia set her beer on the porch and
removed a set of keys from her skirt pocket. She fumbled with the key, trying to release
the trigger lock on her pistol.
“Don’t do that,” Heather warned her. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
Fidelia snorted. “I’m not drunk. I’m in complete control.” She tore off the trigger lock.
Bang! The gun fired, ripping into a nearby oak tree.
The women screamed. Jean-Luc winced.
A squirrel plummeted from the tree and landed in the yard with a thud.
Fidelia shrugged. “I meant to do that. Damned rodent’s been gnawing on the house.
And stealing all the nuts from our pecan tree.”
Heather planted her hands on her hips. “Haven’t I told you a million times to keep the
locks on?”
Fidelia hung her head, looking properly remorseful. “I’ll be more careful.” She switched
on the safety, then shot Jean-Luc a pointed look. “I know how to deal with a scumbag
with nuts.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, The Undead Next Door