Ceeri Jay

“We can’t do this,” I tell her, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “It’s not right.” “What’s not right about it? We haven’t even gotten to the tongues yet.” Tongues? Have mercy.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive

“I suppose even psychopaths manscape”
― K. Webster, Cold Cole Heart

“Stranded alone with a brutal but delicious alien man that can’t speak English but has great…ahem…body language? Yup, handled.”
― Ruby Dixon, Lauren's Barbarian

“I am many things, but an exhibitionist is not one of them.” He gestures at a recess down the hall that I’m starting to recognize as a ship door. “This is where our mess is. Come. You can eat and I can tell you all about how I won’t touch you without your permission.” “You keep adding that ‘your permission’ thing,” I point out. He glances down at me, and his eyes are warm, his smile inviting. “That is because, my sweet Fran, I plan on having your permission. Just not today.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Corsair's Captive