13 Quotes by Lisa Marie Rice

Being the object of a woman-hunt, exiled to Simpson, being terrorized by school kids trick-or-treating, lusting after an aroused non-talker with superb thighs. It was all too much.

Hey guys, stop locking antlers. The smell of testosterone is overriding the farts.

Julia edged closer, wondering what kind of vocabulary dogs understood. Frederico Fellini, her cat, was an intellectual and she could talk about books and films to him, as long as it was after he’d been fed, and fed well. She had the vague notion that dogs preferred football and politics.

Mike felt a tug somewhere in his chest he didn’t ever remember feeling, like someone was pulling at a hook. They were going to take care of this lovely woman. Keep her safe, take her away from danger. And then, well – forget about beating the guy up. Mike was going to find the fuckhead who’d hurt her and kill him.