Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.
My professional aspirations were simple – I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.
I make lots of mistakes. I try hard not to make the same mistake more than three or four times.
Nice dress. Take it off.
Either get out of bed or else take your clothes off,” he said. “I’m not in the mood to compromise.
I attributed the incidence to temporary insanity, and in my own defense, I’d like to say I haven’t run over anyone since.
Thinking very often resembles napping, but the intent is different. – Stephanie Plum.
I wasn’t dating anyone. I was fornicating with Batman.
I need to look like an idiot at least twice a day to keep myself humble.
How many times have I told you not to hit people in the face. You kick them in the body where it doesn’t show.
Men drive off bridges and drink too much because of women like you.
Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there’s the curiosity thing. I guess it’s another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you’ll be horrified.
Some men go a lifetime and never have their kid blow up a car, but I have a daughter who’s knocked off three cars and burned down a funeral home. Maybe that’s some kind of record.
I ran three miles, staggered into the lobby, and took the elevator back to my apartment. No point to overdoing this exercise junk. – Stephanie Plum.
You’re a lunatic. You ran me over with a goddamn Buick.
Honey, a man can’t keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn’t done.
There is no such thing as a good call at 7 AM. It’s been my experience that all calls between the hours of 11 PM and 9 AM are disaster calls.