...We have seven people who knew the skewers were there: the wedding planner, the reception hall manager, the dressmaker, the florist, the veil-maker, the cake-maker, and the caterer. I haven't ruled out the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker, either.

I have a real low tolerance for parasites, and you're so close to the limit that I'm already reaching for the flea powder.

He needed a woman. Bad.

Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts.

His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free.

Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home.

A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.