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“Uncle Drew?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Where do babies come from?”
― Emma Chase, Twisted

“What are you giving him?"
She grins smugly. "Only the greatest gift a woman can give the man she loves."
I take my best guess. "Anal?"
Kate covers her eyes.
Dee-Dee's smile turns into a scowl. "No--pig. I'm giving him the gift of health. My acupuncturist cleared her schedule. She's going to work on Matthew the whole day."
I laugh. Because this explains so much.
"That's your gift? Really? It's the guy's birthday and you're gonna make him get needles stuck in his face all day? What are you gonna get him for Christmas - a colonoscopy?”
― Emma Chase, Tied

“Your wife is a psycho path. I wouldn't fuck her with your dick. She's probably pull some booby trap shit and shove some razor-blades up her twat to try and slice my cock off.”
― emma chase, Tied

“My profanity has a certain religious flavor that can only be learned through a lifetime of Catholic education. Jesus H Christ...Goddamnit...Jesus, Mary, and Joseph... fucking Christ almighty... holy fucking shit" ~Dre Evans, Tangled by Emma Chase”
― Emma Chase

“Warren’s wavy, light brown locks are less tamed than usual. They’re higher—poofier—like an old lady fresh from the hairdresser. He pats the top of his head self-consciously. “I forgot my gel. But it’s cool—chicks dig the curls.â€�

“Yeah, if it’s 1998 and your name is Justin Timberlake.â€� - Drew Evans”
― Emma Chase, Tied

“Now, young Skywalker, your training is complete. Tonight—you become a Jedi.â€� - Drew Evans”
― Emma Chase, Tied