Fierce Obsessions (The Phoenix Pack, #6)

by Suzanne Wright

tripping over thin air. Apparently walking would not be her strong point today.

yes, she did know that “badass-ness” wasn’t a word, but it sure did fit.

“Because you’re trouble. You might look harmless enough, but I know crazy when I see it.” He tapped her nose. “You, little raven, are far from sane.”

“It does help your case that you’ve got as much dick in your jeans as you have in your personality.”

Seriously, she gave away more pussy than a cat rescue center.”

You’re not listening to me, are you?” Blinking, Riley looked up from her seat at the breakfast bar. “I am,” she lied. “Oh yeah?” said Tao, doubt heavy in his voice. “What did I just say?” She pursed her lips. “I’m still processing it.” “What exactly are you processing?” “Let’s not revisit the past, Tao.”

“I love that you’re smart and strong and fearless. I love that you’re a sly little fighter and you don’t sweat the small stuff. I love that you get me, accept me, and let my shit roll right over your head and just get on with your day.”

“At least I’m not the mascot for California’s Psychotic Bitch Department.” Ignoring

“I’m not saying you don’t have the God-given right to be neurotic, but must you really exploit the privilege?”

“I’m getting that déjà poo feeling.” “Déjà poo?” Tao echoed. “The feeling that I’ve heard all this bullshit before.”