I picked up Cheryl Holt’s Total Surrender last night in an effort to help me sleep. I’ve read it before, but I couldn’t remember a damn thing about the book. That’s sure changed, as the following paragraph will be forever burned into my brain:

“Madam, I just mistakenly had my mouth on your breast, and my hand up your twat, I’d say that makes everything about you, my business.”

Wow, what a charming hero. Who says romance is dead…