" Surprise, she said.
Surprise indeed.
Sweetness. That was the first surprise. He'd heard so many tart words from these lips... but her kiss was sweet, with a hint of true decadence beneath. Like a sun-ripened plum at the height of summer. Ready to fall into his hand at the slightest inducement. "

― Tessa Dare , A Week to Be Wicked (Spindle Cove, #2)