Did Not Finish Quotes

“He’s hot. Better than the sexiest book boyfriend. I blame those elusive fictional men on my failure to find a guy who’s good enough. Turns out, real men aren’t alpha with a beta core. If they’re alpha, they’re usually arrogant and self-absorbed. And the beta guys don’t provide me with enough of a challenge, so I’m destined for dating disasters.”
― Nicola Marsh, Did Not Finish

“I’ve never said anything bad about your books.” She’s eyeing me with blatant confusion, like she can’t figure me out. Join the club. It has many members, and I don’t care.
“Doesn’t mean you haven’t ruined other writers’ careers.”
A tiny dent appears between her brows. “It’s my job to review books and I’m as objective as I can be. It’s a simple fact that not every book published is good. And I owe it to the New York Press readers to give my honest opinion.”
It sounds like a spiel she’s recited many times before. Which means I’m not the first author to bail her up.
“I’m in publishing. I know how reviews work.” I stalk to the fire and grab a poker. Her logic merely accentuates how unreasonable I’m being, and I need something to jab at, so I start prodding at the smoldering logs. “But your words hold more sway than most. Books you pump up go gangbusters, books you trash end up languishing. Surely you know that?”
For the first time since we met, I glimpse an angry spark in her eyes. She’s obviously trying to impress me, to stay calm, probably with the aim to suck up. But I’ve hit a nerve and her eyes drift to the poker in my hand for a moment, like she’s imagining skewering me with it.”
― Nicola Marsh, Did Not Finish

“Axel Low. Author extraordinaire. Word wunderkind. The page-turning prince.”
I barely hear his muttered, “save me,” before he slides a cell from his back pocket. “Are you calling Axel?”
“I’m calling my agent and telling her I can’t do this.”
― Nicola Marsh, Did Not Finish