Ceeri Jay

“Stranded alone with a brutal but delicious alien man that can’t speak English but has great…ahem…body language? Yup, handled.”
― Ruby Dixon, Lauren's Barbarian

“It’s a spur? Your males don’t have one?” “What’s it for?” “Nothing, I imagine. It’s just there, like my tail. Maybe it had a use in the past, but now it’s just here to frighten sweet human females away from putting their mouths on mesakkah males.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive

“I am many things, but an exhibitionist is not one of them.” He gestures at a recess down the hall that I’m starting to recognize as a ship door. “This is where our mess is. Come. You can eat and I can tell you all about how I won’t touch you without your permission.” “You keep adding that ‘your permission’ thing,” I point out. He glances down at me, and his eyes are warm, his smile inviting. “That is because, my sweet Fran, I plan on having your permission. Just not today.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive

“As for the alien guys…I'm not convinced those red twins weren't dropped on their heads as youngsters, because they don't seem to know shit about survival. But I can't judge. Oh wait, yes I can. That's who I am.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Barbarian Before Christmas