Whitlee Wayland

“You don’t give an inch, do you?” My eyes flicked coldly up his body. “Do you? Or is an inch all you have to offer?”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“Tink?” Her voice goes even louder. I wave a hand over her. “Yeah, you’ve got this whole angry little Tinkerbell vibe happening. I dig it.” I let my gaze trace her body for only a moment, not wanting to border on leering. But hey, fair is fair after the way she gawked at the gas station.”
― Elsie Silver, Reckless

“She expects little and is not easily offended. It makes pushing her away frustratingly hard.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“Where did you come from?” says Jake, peering behind me as if he’s looking for an alien spacecraft or a teleportation device. “Umm, the airport,” I admit with a shrug. “Did I know you were coming?” he says. Then he gasps, eyes wide. “Ohmygod, did I forget to pick you up?”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Wild