Jayde

“My roommates call me a hopeless romantic. I let them. It’s nicer than being called a lonely hermit.”
― Annie Crown, Night Shift

“Snow from the night before glistens across the bitter ground, while news of the sisters’ arrival spreads all throughout town. The gossip is crisp, the excitement oh so thick, while Cole stomps around as a very unhappy dick.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“Rook.” Alistair grunts, nodding his head towards his friend. Quickly, so fast I barely see it, Rook Van Doren has Easton slammed onto the table. Pens and highlighters rolling onto the floor. Those in the library watching quite as a mouse, afraid one noise will have one of these rabid dogs tearing into them next. Alistair stands to his full height, a looming shadow as he bends to speak to Easton who is fighting against Rook’s hold, his cheek smooshed into the wood. “Say her name again,” Alistair bites, “and I’ll make you swallow your fucking teeth.”
― Monty Jay, The Lies We Steal

“The air frizzles my honey-colored hair that’s streaked with natural blonde balayage and stuffs it in my eyes. I flip it back and rub my palm on the side of my shorts as I stare down.”
― Rina Kent, God of Malice