Hell hath no fury like a woman…

Here’s mine:

Whirling around to face me again, her midnight black eyes were wide, blazing with indignation.

As for me? I was genuinely thankful there were no scalpels within reach. Because she looked about ready to pounce and start stabbing. Without mercy.


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2 thoughts on “Hell hath no fury like a woman…

  1. Here’s mine from Two . . .

    “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” she shrieked, aware that she was sounding hysterical. She jerked her arm free so she could glower at Ryan. “Don’t you know by now that I hate for people to make decisions for me? I told you how much I hated my illness for making it easier for people to try and control me.”


  2. This is from One Taste of Love…

    She stood rigid, her hands clenched tightly by her sides. Not a normal look for her. Then she spoke in her sweet, delicate voice he loved hearing every time he saw her. “I hate you, Ben. I could slap you right now.” She raised her hand to do just that.
    He caught her wrist with a strong, yet gentle grip before she connected with his face. Her soft words cut him deeply, as if she yelled fiercely at him.


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