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“I hope you didn’t forget about our plans tonight, Tara.” The deep, polished voice rumbles across the line, setting off a slight shiver down my spine, even from a distance. “Now’s not a good time, DeVille.” I hit that red circle on the screen and throw the phone on the nightstand. It starts ringing again as soon as it lands on the wooden surface. “Jesus.” Grabbing the damn thing, I press it to my ear. “I told you that—” “Don’t ever hang up on me again.” “Noted.” After disconnecting the call, I turn off the phone completely.”
― Neva Altaj, Precious Hazard

“Even that was overwhelming for a few long moments: he was the joins of the wooden furniture, he was the skitter of mouse-feet in the gaps between walls, he was mirrors and clocks and dried herbs hung in the rafters and the charms for safety laid around every fireplace.”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light

“Yes, her sole reason for coming into my home was to spy on me. Yes, she went as far as snooping on my phone to read my messages. And yes, I’m still angry as hell. But I’m not spending a night without her in my bed. Not a single night. I lower her onto the bed, then lie down behind her and wrap my arms around her sleeping form. She might be a sneaky, scheming little spy, but she’s my spy.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“I have a well-founded fear of ending up tied to a man I don’t love. Too many bad examples in my family, I guess. At one time, my sister Bianca and I had an agreement that we’d never get married. We planned on being cat ladies, living in houses that smelled like pee.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches