Mmm. O positive, my favorite.
I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ” “Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon. ” “So it is,” said Adrian, straight-faced. “My mistake.
Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm. " She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
I'm pretty boring with pizza toppings. I only ever eat margherita. If it's ever anything else then I'll just go 'mmm', pretend to eat it, then throw it in the bin.
Mmm, I love Yoda. I didn't like Jar Jar Binks though, he was all wrong.
I'd probably still be a financial journalist now if it weren't for writing novels. Mmm. Fun! I'm much happier writing novels!
He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell so good. ” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smirking. “I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO. ’ ” “Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I. . . I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up. ' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
Mmm, tastes like hepatitis!
You really burden the reader if you put things in but, "Oh, it's not interesting, but I'll put it in anyway. " Then the reader's going to think, like, "Mmm. . . no thanks. " So the thing is to cut all that stuff out before its published.
She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.
You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?” “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?
