It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.

You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?

don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)