SuperWendy

“I’d say I’m flattered,” Brittany was saying coolly, “but I’m not. I’m not interested in being any man’s mistress. And not to put too fine a point on it, but your charms are a bit...” She raised her brows. “Overused.” He blinked, and took his time with it. “I beg your pardon. Did you just call me a whore?” “I’d never use that word,” Brittany demurred, and though her voice was smooth he was sure there was something edgy and sharp lurking just beneath it. “But the phrase rode hard and put away wet comes to mind.” She waved a hand at him. “It’s all a bit boring, if I’m honest.” “Do not kid yourself, Ms. Hollis,” Cairo advised her quietly. “I’ve had a lot of sex with a great many partners, it’s true.” “That’s a bit like the ocean confessing it’s slightly damp.”
― Caitlin Crews, Expecting a Royal Scandal

“South Africa was the real world, its heat and blood pulsing up through the cracked earth; England was just a flimsy false stage set, populated by those who had no idea what their heroes were capable of.”
― Maggie Robinson, In the Arms of the Heiress

“Why were men so disappointing?”
― Lucy Morris, The Viking She Would Have Married

“This extravagance was ridiculous. For a mad moment, Charles wanted to sweep the china and glassware to the floor. While these pointless people had been cosseted by such luxury, he had been burying and burning the emaciated corpses of women and children.”
― Maggie Robinson, In the Arms of the Heiress