Vanessa

“Where the hell were the sales ladies? The ones every store had to help relieve customers of guys with panic stricken eyes and the sudden need to drink away the pain of the credit card swipe.

Ah! Nice. A female employee turned towards us and started walking. Thank god someone finally recognized the look of horror. She paused in front of us.

"Do you need help?"

"Yes!" I damn near shouted in the poor thing's face.

She was only around five foot and that was with the tallest red heels I'd ever seen. Her face was clean of makeup except for bright red lipstick. She looked like she knew what she was doing. So I did what any sane man would do. I pushed Amy towards her and said, "Can you dress her?"

The ladies eyes narrowed.

"That came out wrong." I grumbled. "Can you help her find some clothes? She needs a whole new wardrobe. Shoes, under things."

I coughed into my hand and looked away. Bar. Bar. Where was a freaking bar?”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Bang Bang

“I'm violently in love with you. I bleed for you." His voice caught. "Before you I was lost. Before you life was gray."

"And now?"

"Color." He gripped my chin, "Brown eyes, chocolate hair, smile like sunshine." His lips met mine for a soft kiss, "You're the one sacrificing when you're with me. You have to understand that when I look at us, it's like this."

"Like what?" I looked around the bedroom. "What do you mean?"

"This." He motioned between us. "You're always on higher ground, you're the savior, pulling me out of the dark abyss. You're the lifeline.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Evoke

“Think you could at least try to hide the blood stains Chase?" I took a sip of wine and grimaced as the dry liquid damn near choked me to death.

Chase looked down at his shirt and shrugged. "Makes mortal men tremble in fear."

Nixon smacked Chase on the back of the head and whispered, "See me tremble, oh badass one."

Chase rolled his eyes. "Hilarious."

Tex snickered. "I thought so.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Bang Bang

“I made a gagging motion, shifted on my feet, then texted again.

Me: Seriously! Trapped! And your dick can't be the sick of that python on your arm because that would mean you actually impale women on a daily basis!

Colin: Just call me Dracula

I frowned.

Colin: Get it? The Impaler?

Me: Look at that, Basement Dweller can joke. He's got jokes. Meanwhile I'm going to starve to death in this pantry!

Colin: You mean, around all that food?”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Dirty Exes