Vivian Arend

“Seriously. Poor little me can deal with having mated a millionaire.”“Oh, you found someone else? With less money?”

“Tad socked him. Hard. Twice. Someday the bad guys would realize monologues were a bad thing.”

“She racked her brain for the training session she’d taken on bear encounters, but it had been a long time ago. Stay still. It can’t see me if I don’t move. No, wait - that’s what you’re supposed to do for a T-Rex.”