Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.
Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.
Jesu, Helen, turn the horses!
I’m a rat,’’ Robert said. ‘’I’m not going into a reptile’s mouth.’’ Oh boy. Fine time to develop phobias
It’s not good to stare too long at the Mire. It might look back.
It’s a very special couch, I told her. Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We’re thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .
It just goes to show that no matter how great a nail you give humanity, we’ll manage to hammer it into the ground crooked. We suck. It’s the nature of our species.
Is there a cookie at the end of this lecture? ... I got a cookie after all ... Dear god, the cookie was poisoned.
In the crime novels, a PI is either an ex-cop or has some cop buddies who owed him a favor and who happily provided him with the department's files, while carrying on about how it could cost them thei...
In her rare moments of desperation, she wanted a man to look at her like she meant the world to him, and failing that, she would settle for someone who thought she was beautiful and told her
I walked into the kitchen and found Mad Rogan in it. He sat at the table, dressed in a blue Henley shirt and jeans, sipping coffee out of a mug with a little grey kitten on it. His dark hair was combe...
I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension. Yes? He glued the chair to my ass. Silence.
I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.
How is Baby B doing? He grinned. A wolf boy tried to steal her toy at the picnic last week. She chased him down, took the toy away, and beat him bloody with it. You must be so proud. Oh, I am.
His Furriness, the Long-term Planner.
Hey, dickhead! one of the other drivers yelled. Get off the road!This here is a Falcon Seven, the rider told him. I can put a bolt through your windshield and pin you to your seat like a bug.A direct...
Hello, sunshine, said Jim’s voice.I’m kind of busy.I turned the file on its side and examined the doodle. Still nothing.No shit, he said.Yeah. No gigs for me.That’s not why I’m calling.I frowned at th...
He smiled a slow, predatory grin. Resistance is futile. You are not assimilating me.
He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?
He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate.