“I grabbed my napkin and managed to pretend to sneeze which had the added effect of covering up most of my face which was surely completely beet red with embarrassment at this point. Yeah, I was classy and suave like… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I’m pre-med,” he added smugly. “Okay.” I said again. I didn’t shrug this time, but his jaw tightened a bit as if he was annoyed that I wasn’t displaying the proper amazement at his accomplishment. “And I’m next in line to be promoted to death investigator.” The look he gave me was nothing short of a challenge, and I had… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Still, waking up this early was just wrong. “Why can’t people be reasonable and only die after eleven A.M.?” I whined. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Lying on the metal table in front of me was a middle-aged man decked out in absolutely nothing at all. A dead man. Buck-ass… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“Angel, I have no idea how you can stand this stench,” he said. “Derrel’s been doing this for long enough that I think he doesn’t have any smell receptors left, but you . . . ?” He grimaced as he snapped pictures of the skull and the injury while I held the body in position for him. “You are one… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I leveled a scowl at him. “Is there anything in our agreement that says I can’t call you names?” He crouched and added a few touches to the diagram. A very faint smile curved his mouth. “No.” My own mouth twitched. “So, hypothetically, if I were to call you an asshole, there’d be no reprisals?” I asked with an innocent… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I could buy it back from you later?” I leaned back against the counter. “Hon, you’re fucking with the wrong chick. I’ve been around too many drug dealers to buy into a scheme like that.” He shocked me by… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
Hell, right now my only weapons were Obnoxious and Snark, and I intended to use them whenever possible. — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“The pudding lived up to its name. And nothing fell off that wasn't supposed to.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“...with that I turned into a punching, struggling, kicking psycho redneck zombie bitch.” — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“I clung to the pain like a badge of honor. Blood dripped in a slow splatter from a deep gash in my forearm, and my left knee throbbed from a vicious twist, but I couldn’t suppress my grin. I dragged my sleeve across my face to clear some of the sweat and grime, and squinted at the massive demon who… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
“I just can't believe you fucked that thing !" he retorted, voice rough with what I coud only assume was utter distain. "Why... why would you do that ?" (...) "Because I'm lonely ! " I exploded, standing and nearly tipping the stool over. "Because I've only ever had two boyfriends, and they were shitty in bed, and they never… — Diana Rowland Copy Share
