Two for Interference (Snow Pirates, #1)

by Lasairiona E. McMaster

“Did you break out the pink nightsaber? Is that what this is? Post screaming-O smiling?”

“Wine doesn’t cut it. I need to stop the emotional hemorrhaging.” “Okay, drama llama. Tequila it is.”

She’d retreat back to her comfort zone. Books couldn’t hurt her.

I can’t compete with Cap. I know my limits. I do not have America’s ass.

You haven’t seen Frozen? Have you been living under a rock? She has these like freezing capabilities, but she’s taught ‘conceal don’t feel’ her whole life. That’s what men are taught. If not by their families or friends, by society.

“Don’t let the bastards get you down, Cleo.”

Lincoln Scott has that look about him. Like he could make a party in your lady pants with even a peck.

I’d say my vagina is weeping but that just sounds gross.

“Oh, dial back the outrage. I’m on to you, girl. Thar be smut in those pages, arrrr!”

I was tidying up the kitchen the other day and found one of your books lying open so I took a look. What kind of monster leaves the characters mid-romp? I rescued them, I read a few pages until they got past their orgasms, so they’re feeling better now. But girl…”

you don’t trust your clit or your heart, ask your brain. I’m pretty sure they’re all on the same page with this one.”

If I had a dick, it would definitely be at least al dente for the guy.

“Do whatever the fuck lights you up inside. Do it shamelessly and unapologetically. Life is too short to live in the shadow of where you really want to be. It’s too short for regrets.”