He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?'
I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.
Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be
calling pubs poos?"
"Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.
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And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?"
I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.
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Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?
Karen Marie MoningThere are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?"
-Mac
When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.
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Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.
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He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.
Karen Marie MoningHe didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
Karen Marie MoningThere are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.
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