“What do I smell like?" she asked, ignoring his question. He gave this some thought before answering, "Purple." "Purple?" "Um-hmm." "I didn't know smells have a color?" "Well, they do." "What's the smell for orange?" "Cheese.” — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“Fate must hate her. He was far too good-looking to be someone she had just crashed into.” — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“He cupped her face lightly in his hands, and gravity seemed to draw them together, like light towards a black hole.” — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“I was just looking up the definition for eviscerate. It says here, to remove the internal organs or entrails of a person or an… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“We've got a war about to be unleashed here-one that I'm going to die for. One where you and I are an impossibility. So… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“I feel my breath catch in my chest as I breathe out. I have no idea how to describe this feeling inside me, but… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“Let's go inside. I always find walking inside buildings has this bizarre effect on me. I immediately forget uncomfortable situations, like when tiny midget… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“And what do I smell like?" "Like arrogance and self-adoration," she snapped. "I can smell it a mile off.Why bother saying you didn't help… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“Well, we're friends. In that weird way where you're eternally mad at me, and I'm eternally imagining what you look like naked.” — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“His strong jaw line was clenched tight, and a pair of startingly cool green eyes picked her apart with scientific precision. There was something… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“The thing about car chases is this: if you're traveling through downtown LA at lunchtime, you can forget about them. In that kind of… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
“He paused and caught her in the flash of his eyes. The term green with envy sprung to mind for some reason, though that… — Frankie Rose Copy Share Image
