The Devil You Know (The Grumpy Devils, #3)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“If I wanted my vaginal penetration with a side order of disease, you’d definitely be the first person I’d seek out.”

I want the world to be a different place for the women who come after me. And the only way to make that happen is to ignore the fact that it isn’t different yet. But I’m so goddamned tired of staying silent just to get the things I deserve.

“You’ve clearly never watched a Hallmark movie. Chefs live in cute cottages, either on the beach or in the mountains, with a small herb garden in front. Everyone knows this.”

She laughs. “Are you seriously going to tell me throwing a shoe at him led to sex?”

It could be a really sweet moment, or it could be a story I later see was full of red flags. The problem is you never really know for sure.

I consider subtle ways to let her know her taste sucks, but they’re all some version of you can’t teach an old whore new tricks,

“You want to burn the whole world to ash, just to make sure every path she walks is cleared for her. I know the feeling.”

“Men will call you weak if you’re soft, and they’ll call you abrasive if you’re not soft. They’ve set it up so there’s no way for us to succeed, and they get away with most of it.”