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“She is a beautiful, powerful badass woman who sometimes falls apart inside after she drops her bags by the door and tosses her stilettos. Her vulnerability at night helps her to rise stronger in the morning.”

“She had just as much a right to be out on the street as any man. She was dressed as a lady, and if these roguish-looking men did not treat her as one, they would soon find out that she was no damsel. Reaching into her valise, her fingers wrapped around her steel scissors and, gripping the handle like a knife, she held them at the ready as she strode home.”

“You don't belong in Jack's world, and he doesn't belong in yours. My advice is to get out while you can." I glared at him with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "You think you know everything about me, but I'm not a nice girl. I've done bad things. I've been arrested, handcuffed, and interrogated in the police station as an accessory to crime. I've broken laws. I've been threatened, kidnapped, tied up, and was an active participant in a high-speed car chase. I know who Jack is. I have a good idea about what he does. And I can make my own decision about whether we're good together or not, which, by the way, we are, subject to smoothing out a few wrinkles." George chuckled. "So, you're saying that what you see isn't what you get. You're no lightweight." "Damn right.”

“Living here is a commitment to a very specific lifestyle. It's not for everyone. Astra needs to know." Astra blinked at her, visibly surprised by his mom's comments, and Jack didn't blame her. His mom had been pestering him to find someone, and now she was being difficult because she didn't agree with his choice. His dad cleared his throat. "Astra, any questions for us?" his dad said. Jack gave him a grateful smile. Astra finished chewing and took a sip of her water, sitting up straighter as she set her glass down. "Jack's done a wonderful job of answering my questions and giving me the history. I can see why he loves it so much. And who you might be protective of it." Astra's eyes flicked to his mom. "I understand that people join the Julemarked, but I haven't asked about people moving to the Outside." Mads's lips formed a silent "oh" and he heard Ani whisper, "Damn," under her breath. Astra kept her body turned toward his dad, but everyone at the table knew who the comment was directed at. Astra was letting his mom know she didn't intimidate her, that she wouldn't meekly disappear when challenged. Up to this point, Jack knew he could fall in love with Astra, that he stood on the peak, where one nudge would send him plunging headfirst to worship at her feet. This was the moment when he tipped over. When raised by a strong woman, a man can't help but respect and admire other strong women. Astra had proven herself capable of holding her own and now his heart was hers forever.”

“If you want people to trust you, you will need to be a person who keeps her word. No matter what your role. No matter what your industry. Do what you say you will.”

“You have that special spark. The spark that shows your boss that you love what you are doing and are driven to take on more responsibility. It’s an undeniable, beautiful spark. I want you to boldly and fearlessly show that ambitious spark. To everyone. To the universe.”

“I ask you to reclaim the word 'ambition.' Face the world with a healthy, sparkling dose of it. Come from a why-not-me mentality. You can make a difference to your team. To your workplace. To your neighborhood. The world needs you to bring it. We’re counting on it.”

“The sound of my heels clicking against the floorboards bolsters my spirits. Grandma Belle used to say that a woman wearing her best red heels and favorite red lipstick can accomplish anything. There is some truth to her words. When Grandma Belle donned her red pumps and a glossy coat of Dior Rouge, she fairly glowed with an inner confidence that reduced men to obedient puppies. While I do not possess the classic beauty of Grandma Belle, nor do I think Macon Saint will ever act anything close to an obedient puppy, I do admit to feeling a bit more powerful in my red suede Jimmy Choos and Ruby Woo lipstick.”

“Soon I will have everything I need to resurrect myself and my people--- and you're just a girl, Moana. What can you do to me?" Noe's hands rose into the air, and Moana lunged. Noe had asked. Moana pulled back her heavy stone arm and punched the girl solidly in the jaw. The hit landed, sprawling Noe onto the sand. She looked up. Shock bled through her eyes. "You're not the only one with a foot in death now, Noe," Moana said, lurching toward her with her volcanic fist again.”

“One of the women shoved the door open the rest of the way, and they all stared at her, looking utterly indignant that another female had beaten them to the punch. "Why, that blue-eyed devil! He's with someone already!" "Warrington, you Beast! Oh, let us in, old man. We know he's in there!" "Mesdames!" Kate flung out sharply, unable to stand another moment of their intrusion. One hand on her hip, she lifted her chin and summoned up every ounce of elegant French hauteur that she had inherited from her mama. "His Grace is not at home," she clipped out. "Leave your cards, please, and I will make sure he receives your--- well-wishes," she finished cynically.”

“There was my set of wooden stake-tipped daggers, gifted to me in Philadelphia during the American Revolution by a handsome vampire whose name I'd never known. I loved those daggers beyond reason, not only because they were exactly as long as my middle finger--- which was awesomely meta--- but because they were so versatile! The wooden stakes could be taken off and put back on as easily as a Barbie doll's head, which meant you could use them to fight frisky vampires as well as any other non-vampiric asshole who might get in your way.”

“I called my hairstylist to book an emergency cut and color. Okay, maybe, it's vain, but if I have to drive all the way out to Macon's place by myself and somehow convince him not to press charges, I need to look as good as possible. So here I am, hair beautifully styled and angled just so around my face with pretty caramel and golden highlights designed to make my nut-brown hair look sun kissed. I went full out at the salon and had my brows shaped and a mani-pedi as well. Yes, I am guilty of primping, but it's not vanity; it's war paint. One does not go into battle without armor. To that end, I put on my favorite short-sleeve cream knit top that clings in all the good places but flows around my less desirable spots and an ink-blue skirt that hugs my hips and gently flares around my knees. Maybe it's overkill, but at least I look put together yet no nonsense. Unflappable. Professional.”

“Shine was a fast study, learning how to make anything and everything the thirsty crowd at the Southern Club might desire--- an old-fashioned, sidecar, gin rickey or Tom Collins. Drinks neat, straight up or on the rocks. Martinis that were dirty, extra-dirty or downright filthy. But she was at her best when she went off script. If someone answered her "What'll you have?" with "What's good?," Shine was off and running. She loved showcasing the Strong moonshine, with its smooth burn or fruity flair. And Shine often cut the standard spirits with sparkling sodas or fruit juices. The women who frequented the Southern Club loved her concoctions, so much more delicious to sit and sip than a cheap unadorned glass of hooch that hit your innards like a hot burning coal--- and was almost as tasty. Why just drink to get drunk when you could enjoy every swallow along the way? Shine calibrated the right balance of sweet, sour and salt in her creations, plus she knew how to finish, garnish and heighten a drink's appeal with a salute to Lidy: snippets of rosemary, thyme and basil; crushed mint; colorful slices of strawberries, melon and peaches; hot peppers and cool cucumbers along with the standard olives, lemons and limes. Plus, Shine had a certain charm. Who could resist being told by an attractive, flame-headed young woman to "stop swilling the cheap stuff" and "hang on to your hat" as she set down a cocktail she came up with especially for you? Everyone loved her. She was good for business. Very good.”