“Looking at dead bodies wasn’t really very high on her Things-Chess-Enjoys list. And yeah, her total knowledge on what people in relationships did might fill a shot glass—especially if she used extra-large letters to write SEX—but something told her “looking… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Ain’t got no shit to fuckin worry on, dig. Ladybird good enough to handle any all comes she fuckin way.” — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“If they were going to have the kind of discussion that ended with her feeling like the world's dumbest bitch, she'd like to at… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“She settled for patting him vaguely on the back and wishing she was anywhere but there. Although he did smell good.” — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Authors, reviews are not for you. They are not for you. Authors, reviews are not for you.” — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Aw, naw, ain’t sayin that. You do what you need an ain’t try telling you no, but … takin you to bed, want you… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Sure. Focused. Let's totally ignore any possible other avenues and just tunnel-vision our way along. Maybe we'll get lucky and blunder into a Lamaru… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Bump stood in the middle of the room, wrapped in a heavy fur coat, with a black silk top hatcovering his fuzzy head and… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I lied and I shouldn’t have and it was lousy of me and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted that, and I wish so bad I could take it all back, okay? But we both know which one of us is lying now and it’s not me. So you call me when you want… — Stacia Kane Copy Share
“HOw did you tell someone the truth when you weren't even sure what that was?” — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“I’m not into danger, either.” “Aw, Chess. You so into it you ain’t climb out with a rope. Why else you do your job, live down here, buy from Bump?” “It’s just—I mean—I just do, is all.” Her cheeks burned. She shouldn’t have let him come in here. She should have just sent him home and let him wash his… — Stacia Kane Copy Share
“How the hell did people do this, this emotion-and-forgiveness thing? How did they stand these feelings? She could barely handle it and she had… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
