Just one Line.

go ask for advice.

You can tell I'm a queer -- I happily ask questions. Even for directions. Don't tell my dad.
 
"Destroy you? I'm saving your ass, you crazy bitch. If you want to know how your scheme would really end, go look up what my country did to Guatemala. And that was just over a bunch of bananas."
 
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"You going to have anything to drink?" I gently ask.
"Too comatose. Let's go to bed. My stuff's up in the room. We have a bunch of unfinished business best conducted in a horizontal position."
 
Lauren took the twisting curves of the Ortega too fast in her silver convertible. A lot of people wrecked along this road. Some people dropped busted safes and other sundry evidence of crime, petty and grand, over the steep embankments into the granite canyons of the Santa Anas.

People dumped bodies here.
 
Vanity was the most insidious sin. Having rebelled against using her feminine wiles on Stefan, now she felt drab next to Claire. Her hair was flat and she was wearing the same cropped yellow leather jacket, chalk-striped jeans, and suede flats that she'd been living in since yesterday morning. At least she'd grabbed a new black tee at the airport shop.
 
Her attire screamed upscale snotty bitch and Kendra was certain there wasn't a man in the room who didn't want to make this snotty bitch scream
 
Anthony frowned at the door, wondering what he was supposed to say. "Open... open sesame... open in the name of titties... DeBourne is a cockmongler for making me do this..."

- Mike & Karen, ch. 25
 
A Taste Of Taipei was now officially closed - a successful Sunday where everything had gone smoothly and nothing had caught on fire that wasn’t supposed to.
 
"Okay, then. Since you're out, whatever Aleksandra and I discuss is none of your business. So, why don't you go back up to your room, find that lovely big vibrator of yours, and shove it so far up your ass that you choke on it."
 
The most purple Harlequin sentence I've ever written:

Her heart told her to trust Stefan Novak, while every other instinct warned her to beware.
 
Wrong response, Darren. You fucked up. You do not disrespect somebody the caliber of Cheyenne that way.
 
...judging from Ally's leaning into me at this moment, holding me so tight, she's done with him. There won't be any big 'X' where Ally and Darren cross on the scoreboard this weekend.
 
Before he left, he pulled her up by the hair, cum dripping down her face mixed with tears and mascara. She smiled to the camera and gave a dainty little wave. Then I turned it off, hearing him crying on the other end.
 
There it was, again. The stain that she couldn't blot from her soul. It hadn't been her fault. That didn't help.
 
She was holding up a butt plug, matt black, wavy in shape, T-bar at the bottom. Very safe and sensible, while kinky as hell. Which rather summed up Emily.
 
Bitch with a Bone!

"Her tearful words, about their naked greeting ritual and his pet names for her, set my jaw, like a growling bitch clinched onto a bone."

Current story in progress from my 'Fixer' character as she prepares to capture another evil-doer.
 
I just published an attempt at Erotic Horror;

"It almost seems like cheating, pretending you can read someone's mind when you actually can, but hey, all's fair in love, war, and predator-prey relationships."
 
"You're dating a girl from Whitehorse. Does that make her a klondike?"

- Mike, driving Lisa crazy (from Chapter 2 of 'Lisa's Little Lesbian Life', WIP)
 
"Bet there's a wardrobe event once she gets to the waves." Lenny pointed a finger to the ocean, "assuming she gets that far."
 
The man with whom I'd been cheating on my husband was dead. I hung my head and sobbed...
 
"I've slayed demons, staked vampires, and put down ghosts. So why does giving $5 million in ill-gotten hedge fund money to the local library make me feel like I saved the world?"
 
"Soon a small circle of men stood around her, cocks out and feverishly stroked, and only minutes later she felt the first spurt of cum hit her naked body."

From "California Dogging."
 
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