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“He was my drummer. My guy. Mine. I bit my lip to hold back a grin.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Peril

“I don’t want to be anyone’s arm candy or trophy,â€� Simone said. “Women can be more than that.”
― Kailin Gow, Anti-Nice Guy

“Shallow as it sounded, the relative of a TV newscaster was directly proportional to how much attention guys paid to the screen--especially if the news in question didn't concern armed conflict, a sports result, or a celebrity meltdown.”
― Raymond Khoury, The Sign

“The road to the strawberry farm was magnificent, lined with cherry trees in full flower. Red earth, blue sky, and, in between, the shimmering movement of millions of white blossoms shaking softly in the breeze. The strawberry man was, as Angela would put it, "a thinking woman's crumpet"--- late twenties with a dark crew cut, tanned shoulders, and firm but not gaudy muscles on display in a dusty green tank top. I had a brief image of some kind of calendar: Sexy Farmers of Provence. Hello, Mr. May.”
― Elizabeth Bard, Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes

“Yeah.â€� She leaned sideways, her stare still fixed on my demon, and pursed her lips. “Damn, girl.â€� Bewildered by her marveling tone, I stammered,

“P-pardon me?â€� She pointed at Zylas’s bare abdomen. “You can see this, right? I know he’s a demon and all, but those abs.â€� I inhaled sharply and choked on saliva. “They might be the most demony thing about him,â€� she went on. “No man has abs that perfect.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped