Malka Mcisaac

“If he could blush through his fur, he would have.”
― Lisa Kaniut Cobb, Down in the Valley

“How was he murdered?”
“Asphyxiated.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“I can, but it’s rather gruesome.”
“I’m a private investigator, Mr. Kingsley. I’ve seen plenty of gruesome.”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“Crickey, love, what happened here? Are you hurt?” he asked, lifting her to her feet, the surfboard leash still wrapped around her foot.

Her eyes worked their way up his torso, along the plush green towel hugging his midsection. Catherine couldn’t help staring at his well-formed abs and chest before making her way up to his concerned eyes.

“Obviously I fell,” Catherine said. “I think I got a splinter.”

“Let me see,” Jake insisted, taking her hand into his. “It’s small. I can take care of that in a snap.”

Staring up into his deep blue eyes, Catherine could feel herself drowning in the depths of them, unconsciously resting her other hand upon his dampened chest to steady herself.”
― Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

“Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.”
― Edgar Allan Poe