Pooh, dinner and a show! How come you never take us to dinner and a show?" He smiled at Roxy. "I would spend the entire evening fending off the hordes of your admirers." She fanned herself and grinned back at him. "You have to love all that suave debonairness!

— Katie MacAlister

Roxy, stop being so obnoxious!" -Joy"I'm never obnoxious; I'm just concerned." -Roxy

— Katie MacAlister

Safer is a great big poop, and you shouldn't listen to anything he says," I said, panting just a little." Obviously, he was trying to demoralize me."" Men who are poops demoralize people all the time," I agreed

— Katie MacAlister

Stop fussing over me, woman. I will be whole again shortly, and then you can resume ogling me and desiring my body.

— Katie MacAlister

Stop lusting after my brother, wife." Elliott said without looking up from where a laptop sat on a large desk. "Else I'll have to get the parrot out.

— Katie MacAlister

... There's a bit of a difference between a guy lying back being all sexy and come hither and mmrowr-worthy, and a man who has a toy stuffed parrot hanging from his nips.

— Katie MacAlister

The thought struck me, as I went about my daily ablutions, that Elliot had awfully nice hair for a man who’d take someone else’s ticket. It wasn’t long, but had a small curl to it that made you think about running your fingers through it. “Not that I have any intention of doing so, ” I told my reflection in the steam mirror. “Even if I was looking for a man, and I’m certainly not that stupid, he would be off the table. He’s friend to a rat bastard.” It was just a shame, too. How many bona fide lords does a girl meet? And how many of them have BBC voices, and nice faces, and curly hair that looks soft and silky and utterly grope worthy?

— Katie MacAlister

Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.

— Katie MacAlister

We have had this discussion before. You are my son. I love you. I will always love you. But I also love Nell, and if you give her the chance and stop rejecting her advances, she will take you into her heart as well."" Oh, yeah, like he's going to allow me to do that," I muttered

— Katie MacAlister

Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?" The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. "My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?" We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, "but not in the sense I think you mean.

— Katie MacAlister