“Can I have this?" Iris asked in her honeydew voice, holding up one of the novels I'd brought her so that Amy could see the cover. "Sorry, hot man is all out at the moment. We have some corpulent taxi… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?” “I can’t believe you called my belly ‘squidgy.’ It’s not squidgy, it’s pillowy. And sexy!” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“She liked a very particular kind of plot: the sort where the pirate kidnaps some virgin damsel, rapes her into loving him, and then… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“He had this domineering way about him that totally ketchuped my tater tots—it was like he knew what I wanted more than I did.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“But the next noise to echo through the hall was one I was pretty sure I recognized. It was the unmistakable sound of the… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“He chose to eat his tart off my thighs, which I think we both enjoyed.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“You’re the champion, I reminded myself. You have to fight a dragon. You’re not allowed to be scared of a penis.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“The thing is, Iris, I've never liked the idea of compromise. In films and in stories people who love each other — really love each other — make horrendous sacrifices. They give kidneys they move across the world they die. Or become the undead because you know I like that sort of book. Basically the heroine's lover calls and she… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share
“So, once again, I ignored my poor, repressed libido--which was currently clamoring for me to lure Ryu behind the counter and knock him out… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
