Home > Work > To Date A Disaster (Southern Sanctuary, #6)
1 " I’m related to one. Can you believe that? It was bad enough thinking I was paranoid, going crazy or maybe just cursed, but to find out Gods are real and that I’m related to one… life sucks lemons and I’ve run out of tequila and salt. "
― Jane Cousins , To Date A Disaster (Southern Sanctuary, #6)
2 " She scrambled to her feet, uncaring that a stray knee and elbow had Erik wincing. “How can you be groaning about a simple knee to the groin when you’ve just been battered by flying furniture, candelabras and hit on the head by a pot plant that must weigh a ton or more?”“I’ll have you know there is nothing simple about my groin…” He shot her his predatory grin, the one he often reserved for her breasts. Run little girl, run far and run fast… take those tempting curves, enticing kissable lips and award winning breasts with you. "
3 " Hey.” Erik was now eye level with Cara’s breasts and thoroughly enjoying the view. Maybe he should try and strike up a conversation. “Come here often?”“Are you talking to my breasts again?” Cara huffed in exasperation.“Oh… do that again, the huffing thing.”Cara grabbed a fistful of the hair on his clearly undamaged head and yanked so Erik was forced to sit up and make actual eye contact with her. “I can’t tell if you’re brain damaged or if you’ve always been like this. "
