โYou,โ the female on the bed said, her timbre shaded with irrittion. โNew guy. Angel Boy. Colonel Curls, or whatever you want to be called. I'm done asking, so now I'm commanding. Free me.
Gena ShowalterIโve never cheated on a lover. Iโm faithful, always. But the war comes before anyoneโs feelings. Every time.โ Wow. Battle before love. Without a doubt, he was the most unromantic male sheโd ever met. Even more so than her great-grandfather, who had laughingly burned her great-grandmother to death after sheโd given birth to Gwenโs grandmother.
Gena ShowalterGalen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didnโt pull away.
Gena ShowalterWilliam: I just had the best idea ever. Let's give Maddox a ring. Paris: You mean propose to him? To grumpy ole Maddox? Willie, why didn't you tell us you're a masochist, who swung that way? You're so delicate, he'll rip you to shreds the moment you climb into his bed. Plus, he's hitched himself to Ashlyn. You try to lay a move on him, and that sweet thang will rearrange your face. William: I mean call him, you idiot. What's with you tonight? Permanent brain damage? We'll breath heavily and ask him what he's wearing. I bet no one's phone sexed him before.
Gena ShowalterAny tips for winning?โ sheโd asked. โYeah. Do what you gotta do to survive.โ โThatโs it? Wow. You suck at pep talks.
Gena ShowalterKaia tossed Strider a shut-your-mouth frown before bouncing in her seat. "Do I get to help? Can I? You may not know this, but I'm very handy with a blade of any kind, a hacksaw, a whip, a-" "Hey! Someone went through my bag," William said. "So?" Kaia continued, as if William hadn't spoken. "Whatever the weapon, I'm good with it." He would not be impressed. "We won't be using weapons. We'll be smashing jugulars." "Oh, oh! We can play Who Can Smash More!" "No, we can't because you can't help," Stider said at the same time William blurted out, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't help.
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