Go to hell."
"I've already been there. I own property in it.

Jesus Christ. This is what sin feels like," he rasped. "Wrong and right, at the same time. Life and death. Blond, long-legged, and tight.

Story blew out a shaky breath toward the ceiling. “Dude.”

Beside her, Daniel’s body shook with silent laughter. “Did you really just say that?”

She rolled over to face him, a catlike yawn stretching her face. “In California, the word dude has over a thousand different meanings. Dude, Duuuuuude, Dude! It all depends on your tone.

He growled, equally exhilarated and annoyed by
the way she insisted on pushing him back. “I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.

We changed her stance. She hit the hell out of the ball.

Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.