Devney Perry Quotes

No matter what it would take, I was getting my wife back. My Emmy.
Even if that meant telling her things I'd sworn never to reveal.

New town. New house. New car. New job.
New life.
That's what Ben had asked me to do. To start a new life for my four-year-old daughter, Rowen, and a new life for me.
And as much as I would have liked to explain that a major life change was completely unnecessary, it was tough to argue with a dead man.
So here we were in Prescott, Montana. Starting a new life.

You don't get to order me around and make the decision we're dating without my agreement. That's absurd. It doesn't work like that."
"It does. And we are. Exclusively, Georgia," he said, glancing over at me as he stressed his last point.

You've always had my heart, Emmy. I know I fucked up by leaving but I thought it was my only choice. It took me a long time to realize I had other options. And by then, I was afraid it was too late. That you'd moved on with your life. But the moment I saw you, I knew I had a chance to make it right. No man can ever make you happy because no other woman will ever make me whole. We're it for each other.

I love you." Finn kissed my hair. "In case that wasn't perfectly clear. I love you, my darling Molly. For the rest of my days.

Be bold.
Find your magic.
Chase the impossible.

I think what's important is finding a person who makes you better. And someone you can trust with your heart. And, Jackson? I trust you with mine.

I don't want to step on your toes. This is an awesome list and he had some cool ideas. If you want to do them on your own, I understand. I get that this is incredibly personal. But if you'd like, I'd be glad to help you with some of these.

Last night, he'd let down his guard.
Last night, I'd fallen asleep in his arms.
And last night, I'd stopped pretending I wasn't in love with my husband.

For a guy who's been shot down more than once, I'm pretty gun-shy. But for you, I would have tried a million times. I've got a hell of a crush on you, Sara Foster.

This trip. This fucking trip.
It was going to ruin us.

How had I missed this? How had I missed her?

He always knew what I needed, even when I didn't.

Do you have any idea how long I'd been waiting for you to notice me? How many times I'd walked into the bar and wished you'd finally just see me? Then you did and I was so happy. And then you forgot.

All those years ago, when I'd first seen Maisy in the maternity ward of the hospital, I had made an assumption about her. Spending time with her these last two weeks, I now knew I'd been right. Maisy Holt was pure joy. She was goodness personified. She was a beam of sunshine breaking through the clouds in my life.

No man would ever hold me this well.
I was made to be wrapped in these arms.
A woman could tell a lot by the way a man holds her. She could tell if he had the strength to endure the rougher moments. If he had a mighty yet kind heart. If he could make her feel safe and cherished.
Beau's embrace said all that and more.

These spontaneous decisions of the past few weeks suddenly made sense. They had purpose. They had meaning. They were to get me here, in this moment.
I was setting out to right a wrong. To find myself again.
On the wild highway.

It took a few seconds of staring to process that she was standing right here in front of me. She wasn't an illusion I'd dreamed up like so many times before.

I was fucked.
For every minute we spent together, I wanted ten more. And the sex? Fuck me. We connected on every level that existed.
So, yeah. I. Was. Fucked.
I didn't want her for right now. I wanted her for always.
I wanted what I'd never have.

Who we had become was who we were meant to be, two people who would hold onto one another until the end. Who would savor every moment together. Nick had my heart completely and I had his.

I'm the man falling in love with you, Maisy. I'm the man falling in love with your son.

I don't know if I can ever get past it, Nick."
His forehead dropped to mine. "What can I do?"
The answer was simple. "Stay.

I was staring at her and not wanting to blink. I was doing my best to ignore the voice of reason in the back of my mind.
Hunter, turn your ass around.
I took one step further into the motel's lobby.
Do not speak. Leave.
"Hi." I crossed the remaining distance to the counter.
"Um, hi," she squeaked, then cleared her throat. "Hello. Hi. Uh, good morning." The flush of her cheeks was so fucking beautiful, my heart pumped double time.
Whatever you do, shit-for-brains, do not ask for a room. You have a plan, remember?
"I was wondering if you have a vacancy?"
Fuckwad

Never in my life had I felt such an intense attraction to a man. His hotness did things to me. It made my brain misfire and my body want things it hadn't craved in years. And I needed my brain fully engaged when he was around. I didn't like him, but more importantly, I didn't trust him. I couldn't be stupid enough to fall for his perfectly handsome face and amazingly sculpted body.

I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell people we're an item. It was nice of you to take me to dinner and I had a good time, but I don't think we'll be dating."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Uh…"
"I thought so," he said. "Already told you tonight you were beautiful. So since we've got some major fucking chemistry and we get along, how about we cut the bullshit and see where this goes?

I fucked it up. Give me another chance. Please." If we'd reached the begging stage, I'd drop to my knees this second.
"Why?"
Time to lay it all out there. "Because I fell in love with you this summer." I framed her face in my hands as she gasped. "Because you fell in love with me too. And because he'll never kiss you like this."
Then I crushed my mouth to hers.

It was just her and me. Just us.
She wouldn't find another man to make her dreams come true.
I was her dream and she was mine.

I stayed away from you because I figured you would have moved on. But you're not happy. I can see it plain as day. Give me a chance?"
I looked to the table. "No. I want a divorce."
"You won't get one.

What are you doing here?" …
Our noses were practically touching. No one in the room would mistake my intention, Londyn included. "I'm here for you, honey.

Day by day, I was falling in love with the lie.

The thing about divorce is, there isn't always one mistake. One nuclear
bomb dropped on a couple that destroys their marriage. Sometimes, it creeps
up on you slowly. And one day, realization hits and all you know is that you
don't want to be married anymore. Maybe a nuclear bomb would have been
better than slowly burning to death. Maybe that wouldn't make you feel like
such a failure. It kills you to give up, but you know it's the right decision.
Because if you keep going, you'll hate each other.

He's like a prince from my movies. Can Jess be your boyfriend, Mommy?

Good night, Charlie." I pulled her closer into my side and kissed her forehead.
"You're coming back?"
I rested my cheek against her hair. "I'll always come back for you.

If she wanted to work on the ranch this spring, I'd let her. We'd do this friend thing until then, because once she set foot on the Lucky Heart, I was making her mine.

I'm as sure as I've ever been. This. Us. I want this. I want you.

Fuck How was I supposed to resist her.
Never had a woman stared at me the way Willa did. She looked at me like I was a king. The adoration in her eyes had nothing to do with my face or body. She saw straight to my center, and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

My life was such a cluster right now. Starting something with Beau was the epitome of stupid, but damn, his fingers had felt good against my face. And that spark in his eyes was a beacon calling to my soul. Telling me to dock my fucked-up ship in his port and he'd make sure it didn't sink.

We were getting closer and closer to that invisible line in the sand. The line that, when crossed, meant I'd no longer be Jamie Maysen's wife. I'd be some other man's girlfriend.
A part of me wanted to run away from that line. Another wanted to take a flying leap to the other side. As it was, I was just standing with my toes on its edge. Frozen.
Because I knew the man who'd pull me across was Cole.
… He was the man of the future, patiently waiting on the other side of the line. I could imagine him standing there, holding out his hand.
I wanted to take Cole's hand.

No more running away. I told you I'm not letting you go, so you need to get used to having me in your life. Every day. No more space."
"I am not ready…"
"Get ready," I said. "I thought about you every day for nine years, wondered what you were doing. I had questions I wanted to ask but couldn't. Those nine years are on me. It was my mistake to walk away from you but I'm not doing it again. And I won't let you do it either. All I'm asking for is time. I'll prove to you that you can trust me again.

You'd better. If you make my daughter fall in love with you and then you leave her behind, I will find you and smother you in your sleep." I chuckled. Not many people challenged me. I liked that Thea didn't back down. She met me with full force when we were fighting and when we'd had sex. I loved that she was especially scrappy when it came to our daughter. "I think you'd better hand over that vodka. You're getting violent." She answered by grabbing the bottle and gulping down another shot. "You should see me when I drink bourbon. The last time I had Jim Beam, I decided to trim the shrubs along the sidewalk out front." "What shrubs?" "Exactly.

Stay with me. Lean on me. I swear, I won't let you fall.

Before me, have you ever been fucked by a real man?"
"What are you talking about?"
"A real man. Have you ever fucked one?"
"I'm confused."
"Then the answer is no, you haven't. By the end of this week, I'm going to be inside you enough so you can start to tell the difference."
I blinked up at him, completely baffled. "What?"
"A real man doesn't fuck you for your money. He fucks you because you're gorgeous. Because you come like a rocket. Because you have eyes that show him everything you're feeling. He fucks you because nothing has ever felt better."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh.

I've got you, baby. I swear you're safe with me.

What do you want from me, Easton?"
For you to get the hell out of my head.

I'm not much of a fighter and I rarely stand up for myself. But I'm standing up for you. I'll fight for you." Her hands slid up to my cheeks, pushing me back so she could look me in the eye. "I'm not letting you go. And I'll never leave you behind.

Presley Marks, would you go to dinner with me?"
"This sounds more and more like a date. And my answer is still no."
"But you still haven't given me a good reason."
She shrugged. "I think you're ugly."
My laughter filled the room. Christ. When had a woman called me ugly? Even that hadn't happened at fourteen. "Liar".