" I opened my mouth and projectile-vomited on her from head to toe. The more I retched, the more I had to retch. It was a disgusting self-fulfilling prophecy. Her howls and screeches were music to my indebted ears. Her hair was covered and her net top held my gift beautifully. "

― Robyn Peterman , How Hard Can It Be? (Handcuffs and Happily Ever Afters, #1)