Linda (un)Conventional Bookworms

“I told you. I need answers from you.” “So instead of asking me”—he waved a hand around the room—“you came up with this brilliant plan.” He didn’t bother to hide his mocking. “I had to improvise.”
― Eve Langlais, Panther's Claim

“Sorry, I had to buy you dinner,” I explain while I unwrap half of my brat, like a burrito.

“Why’s that?” he asks, taking a bite of his.

“My roommate insisted it’s the polite thing to do before I fuck you.” I say it just loud enough for him to hear. He clears his throat, mid chew, then swallows before speaking.

A slow, sexy grin follows before he speaks. “Will you call me in the morning?” His eyes flicker with amusement.

“No.” I shake my head slowly. “I won’t have left yet, as I’ll be expecting you to make me breakfast after I bought you this expensive dinner”—I signal the brats—“and made you come.”
― Jana Aston, Right

“This is getting surreal," Marlowe murmured. "Even for this place."
"Cassie is here-mentally," Mircea told him.
"I gathered that."
"She seems to find it difficult to understand why I do not wish to have her in my head, unannounced, any time she pleases--"
Marlowe gave a bark of a laugh. "Oh this should be fun.”
― Karen Chance, Reap the Wind

“I think most women, especially women who work hard and have a lot on their mind, prefer a man to come home, lift her off her feet and take her against the wall rather than hand her some bullshit flowers and pussyfoot around with sweet gestures all night.”
― Vi Keeland, The Baller