Shelley Chastagner

“Only three types of people tell the truth: Kids, the drunk, and the angry.”
― Elizabeth Reyes, Abel

“Where on earth did you come from,
baby?”
Frey's brows drew together and he asked softly back, "Pardon?"
My thumb stroked his jaw before I whispered, "My handsome husband is gentle, thoughtful and kind. He laughs and smiles easily and he makes me feel safe. I was with your folks for about five minutes and they were so far from any of that, it is not funny. So," I squeezed his neck, "where did you come from?”
― Kristen Ashley, Wildest Dreams

“Most women got at least some cockamamie in ‘em, but you are head-to-toe cockamamie,”
― Kristen Ashley, Wildest Dreams

“Seeing Oliver again—touching Oliver again—that was really all that was on my mind.

I threw open my door and tried to launch myself out of the car, but my seat belt brought me back with a jerk, and then I felt like a jerk, because, really, who does that? I unhooked my seat belt so quickly it snapped up hard, and the belt buckle caught my chin, and my elbow got tangled in it as I was trying to get out of the door and get out all at the same time, and . . . I sat back in my seat and took a deep breath, then looked at Oliver sheepishly through the open door. He was trying manfully not to roll on the ground in laughter. I could tell. I held up one finger, took another deep breath, and exited the car with slow, methodical movements before I hurt myself.”
― Amy Lane, Christmas Kitsch