Emma Chase Quotes

We broke up in eighth grade when Tara-Mae Forrester offered to let me touch her boobs. And I did.

I am in love with you. When I look at you, think about you, I can't decide if I want to fuck you, strangle you, or just hold you in my arms. Usually all three. And if that's not love, I don't know what is" ... "You're everything I've been searching for, before I even knew I was looking.

I have money. I have properties I didn't buy, cars and carpets, antiques and jewels-and none of them means a damn to me if I don't have her. So-give me a number.

Ignorance might feel like bliss, but when you peel away the happy layer, it's still just a lack of information.

Fierce - fervent in her affection. A giver of tight hugs and plentiful kisses. That's the makings of the best kind of mom.

Some battles don't have a winner. Sometimes the best a good general can hope for is a ceasefire

My office door slams open, leaving a dent in the drywall.
Here we go.
"You are driving me crazy!"
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing's fast, and she's got murder in her eyes.
Beautiful.
I raise my brows hopefully. "Crazy? Like you want to rip my shirt open again?"
"No. Crazy like the itch of a yeast infection that just won't go away."
I flinch. Can't help it.
I mean - Christ.

In light of this, I'm not too disturbed about the semi I'm sporting while watching Beauty and the Beast - part of the homework Erin gave me. I like Belle. She's hot. Well ... for a cartoon, anyway. She reminds me of Kate. She's resourceful. Smart. And she doesn't take any shit from the Beast or that douchebag with the freakishly large arms

I stare at the television as Belle bends over to feed a bird. Then I lean forward, hoping for a nice cleavage shot ...
I'm going to hell, aren't I?
I can't help it. I'm desperate. Frustrated.
Horny

How many rooms does it have?"

"Five hundred eighty-seven, not including the staff bedrooms." He leans up and licks the shell of my ear, making the wet and quivering plan come to fruition. His next words almost make me come on the spot. "And I want to fuck you in every one of them by the end of the summer."

"That's ambitious," I tease, nuzzling him. "Do you plan on stopping to feed me?"

His hand skims down my back, cradling my ass. "You'll be well taken care of, I promise."

I promise. You know what that is? Yep - Famous. Last. Words.

What are you giving him?"
She grins smugly. "Only the greatest gift a woman can give the man she loves."
I take my best guess. "Anal?"
Kate covers her eyes.
Dee-Dee's smile turns into a scowl. "No
pig. I'm giving him the gift of health. My acupuncturist cleared her schedule. She's going to work on Matthew the whole day."
I laugh. Because this explains so much.
"That's your gift? Really? It's the guy's birthday and you're gonna make him get needles stuck in his face all day? What are you gonna get him for Christmas - a colonoscopy?

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I love you, Vicki!" Kennedy slurs.
"I love you, Ken-ken!" Vicki returns.
Then Vicki pokes my shoulder. "And you! You take good care of my Kenny! Don't make me hafta kick (poke) yer (poke) ass (double poke)!"
I give her a nod. "The ass-kicking days are behind us now."
"Good! Then there's somethin' you should know." Vicki's expression sobers, and she gestures me closer before ruining the effect by whispering loudly, "Kennedy hasn't had an orgamsum . . . orgamsam . . . Kennedy hasn't come in a loooong time. Like, years. At least, not with a guy."
"Shhhhhhh!" Kennedy swats her best friend like a fly. "Tha's a secret!"
"Maybe Brent can help you wif it?"
I give Vicki the thumbs-up - and it's not the only thing that's up, that's for sure.

I…don't…date."
"Good God, why not?" I ask, horrified. "That's a bloody sin."
"A sin?"
"You're stunning, obviously clever – you should date often, and preferably with a man who knows how it's done." I rest my palm on my chest. "Coincidentally, I happen to be fantastic at it. What are the odds?

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When I was ten, we had a dog. He humped everything and anything - from the maid's leg to my parents' four-poster bed. He was insatiable. My parents were mortified whenever company stopped by. But now I realize he really wasn't a bad dog.
It wasn't his fault.
I feel your pain, Fido.

Swooning is real…and it's rather brilliant too.

Forgiveness is selfish. We give it not because it's earned, but because it's what we need. To find peace. To be whole.

So ... what's the typical schedule with the whole dating thing? How long before one gets to the actual fucking?"
"Three dates," they all answer simultaneously.
My eyebrows raise. "Three dates? Seriously? Are you guys, like ... more religious than I ever knew?

I almost never say what I really think. Sometimes I'm so full of shit my eyes could turn brown.

My alarm went off at five a.m., like always. But instead of rising from the bed to go to the office where I'm a star, I threw the clock across the room, smashing it to kingdom come.
It was annoying anyway. Stupid clock. Stupid beep-beep-beeping

That's good, Kate. Fine. Love Billy. Marry Billy. Just please…God…please just fuck me.

Not for the first time, I wonder if Drew Evans is the devil - or a close relation. I can picture him offering the fastingChrist a loaf of bread and making it sound completely acceptable for him to take a big ole bite out of it.

The door opens, and Logan is holding out his hand to me.
When I touch him, when I slide my hand into his and feel his fingers wrap around mine, a mixture of thrilling electricity and warm comfort races through me. Touching him is my drug, my addition – though I try not to be a freak about it. And knowing he's here, watching over us like a powerful, invincible guardian angel, settles my nerves and, like always, makes me feel safe and cared for. Because Logan would never let anything bad happen to any of us.
And I believe with all my heart that there's nothing he can't do.

Sometimes I think I'm schizophrenic. Dissociative. Possibly a split personality. It wouldn't be unheard of. All sorts of disorders show up in ancient family trees - hemophiliacs, insomniacs, lunatics…gingers. Guess I should feel lucky not to be any of those.

The thing is, when you`re dependent on others, they hold a part of your happiness in their hands. They can nurture it or crush it at any moment. Your fate doesn`t belong to you.

My story hasn't been written yet, but I know it begins with you.

There's no way the person who made these lists actually has kids. They should be shot. And at this moment, I would defend the person who shoots them, pro bono. Just saying.

MARRIAGE. The final frontier. Steven went first. He was kind of our test subject. Like those monkeys that NASA sent off into space in the fifties, knowing they'd never make it back alive.

You might want to grab some popcorn. Because a good lawyer could argue with himself. Two attorneys going head to head is like a verbal MMA cage match with no rules.

I wouldn't fuck her with a ten-foot dildo. Okay, that's not true. I'd so fuck her. But I wouldn't like it. Yeah you're right. That's not true either.

Assume nothing. Even if you think you know everythig. Even if you're sure that you're right. Get confirmation. That whole "ass" cliché about assuming? It's right on the money. And if you're not careful, it could end up costing you the best thing that's ever going to happen to you.

I take a pull of my beer. "So it's just that easy, then?"
Nicholas glances at me thoughtfully. "When you look at her, does the whole world just sort of . . . fade away? And she's the only thing you see? The only thing you ever want to see?"
I smile stupidly. "Yeah . . . yeah, it's just like that."
"Then yes, it's that easy.

For God's sake, don't let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can't even remember where she left her damn shoe, so she has to wait for some douchebag in tights to bring it to her? Give me a frigging break!

She took my razor and kicked me out. Unlike women, guys don't need privacy. There is no bodily function a man won't perform in front of an audience.
We have no shame.

Women. No offense. But she doesn't even realize what she just said. These are her accomplishments. Challenges she's lived through. Shithead was just standing along for the ride. In the background. Like wallpaper. You can change the color of the walls anytime, and it might look different, but the room's still the same.

He groans deep and hard from his chest. And even with a crown on my head, I've never felt so powerful. That sound. I want to make him make that sound again. Longer and lower.

He accepted me for who I was, scabs and all. But he refused to accept that that was all I was. And when someone believes in you, goes out on a limb for you when they have no obligation to do shit - it has an impact. It made me want to look in the mirror and see the man he knew I could be. And

Princess. This is surprising. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need your help."

He chuckles. "Oh how the mighty have fallen. I love it. How can I be of service?"

I've never met another man who could so artfully convey in his tone the opposite of what his words mean. Sarcasm, thy name is Willard

He moved his trunk-like manhood toward the weeping petals of her womanly center.'

Who the f*ck talks like that?!

Logan?"
I'm so distracted by my musings, I miss her speaking my name, and for a bit, I don't say anything at all.
"Oh well, it'll grow back," she says, embarrassment flushing beneath her cheeks. "Wearing a hat for the next six months won't be so bad."
I force the gravel from my throat. "Beautiful."
Ellie's eyes flick back to mine. "What?"
I hold her gaze, my tone deliberate and sure. "You look beautiful, Ellie."
Her smile is small and seeking. "Really?"
I don't take my eyes off her. I wouldn't - even if I could. "Prettiest lass I've ever seen.

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Idiots annoy me." Mackenzie holds up the jar again, and in goes another dollar. The jar? It was invented by my sister, who apparently thinks my language is too harsh for her offspring. It's the Bad Word Jar. Every time someone - usually me - swears, they have to pay a dollar. At this rate, that thing is going to put Mackenzie through college.

I think you might be a bully, Prince Henry."
"Well, in grade school I did enjoy pulling on the girls' braids. But these days I only tug on a woman's hair in a very specific situation." His voice drops lower. "Let me know if you're like a demonstration.

Shame is for losers – which is why I have none.

Ding!

Lady Elizabeth Figgles. Her father's a viscount and a member of Parliament, and she's also Sam Berkinshire's - an old schoolmate and one of my dearest friends - girlfriend.

"Elizabeth? What the hell are you doing here? Where's Sam?"

"Sam can go fucking die." She looks right at the camera. "Are you getting this? You can go fucking die, Sam! I hope your prick gets caught in a wood chipper, you cheating bastard!"

"He cheated on you? Sam?"

Sam's a great guy. The kind of guy even really good guys want to be more like. He makes Abraham Lincoln look like a lying shit.

"Your face right now, that's exactly how I looked when I found out - but a hell of a lot angrier. I found receipts, knickers that weren't mine, rubbers. Faithless, worthless son of a bitch."

She bangs the table and her nails are long enough to double as claws.

"Now I want Sam to see what it feels like. So I'm going to fuck you. On television. A lot. Hopefully live. You'd better rest up, Henry. I brought lube - a whole bucket of it."

Wow.

Ding!

He won't know what to make of it. It'll drive him insane. A woman's weapons of mass destruction are indifference and confusion.

You're making a big deal out of nothing, Dad."

I point at her. "The fact that you think so is exactly what concerns me."

"The people will have no other side to be on, but mine. When I'm Queen, they'll like it or as far as I'm concerned, they can piss the hell off."

Wow. Holy shit - wow.

I gape at her.

This is how Obi-Wan must've felt when Anakin turned to the fucking Dark Side.

When Olivia leaves the room, I move to follow, but Franny steps into my path.

"Oh no, you stay here."

"Simon," I say with a scowl, "collect your wife before I say something I'll regret."

But Franny just tilts her head, appraising me. "I used to think you were a selfish bastard, but I'm starting to believe you're just a fool. A double-damned idiot. I'm not sure which is worse."

"Then I guess it's good that I don't give a turtle's arse-crack about your opinion of me.

I've never had a fetish, but I'm thinking about starting one.

Whoever invented karaoke is evil. They should be shot between the eyes with a dull bullet.

Who needs dignity? Pride? They're overrated. When you've got nothing, you've got nothing left to lose.

Our job isn't to protect them from their own dumb choices; it's to teach them to make better ones. Teach them how not to be a screw-up in a screwed up world.

You shouldn't be afraid of dying, Sarah - everyone does it. The only thing to be scared of is not living before you do.

I was happy with myself before – with my little life. But this is different. It feels like I'm on the edge of a mountain cliff, the wind whipping my hair, the sun blinding – but there is no fear. Only exhilaration, pure and right. I'm not going to fall. I can't.
Because Henry has shown me how to fly.

See, Drew, there are three kinds of males in this world: boys, guys, and men. Boys - like Billy - never grow up, never get serious. They only care about themselves, their music, their cars. Guys - like you - are all about numbers and variety. Like an assembly line, it's just one one-night stand after another. Then there are men - like Matthew. They're not perfect, but they appreciate women for more than their flexibility and mouth suction.

I never thought I would have this … You." I grip his shirt and look up into those beautiful eyes. "I never thought I would have you. I never even let myself hope for you, dream for you, and yet somehow here you are. You have changed my whole life, Edward. You've changed me, and I couldn't do this alone."
He smiles gently and strokes my face. "Yes, you could."
"But I wouldn't be me, not who I am now. I would be some other, emptier version of me." Another tear falls and another, and my voice breaks. "You are my joy and my heart…you are my home…and I would be lost without you."
…
"You will never be lost. I will be with you always. The vows were wrong. When death comes, he can have my body…but my soul will stay with you, I swear it.

Mr. Haverstrom closes the door, leaving Patrick and me alone in the hallway. Pat smiles slickly, leaning in toward me. I step back until I press against the wall. It's uncomfortable - but not threatening. Mostly because in addition to racquetball I've practiced aikido for years. So if Patrick tries anything funny, he's in for a very painful surprise.

"Let's be honest, Sarah: you know and I know the last thing you want to do is give a presentation in front of hundreds of people - your colleagues."

My heart tries to crawl into my throat.

"So, how about this? You do the research portion, slides and such that I don't really have time for, and I'll take care of the presentation, giving you half the credit of course."

Of course. I've heard this song before - in school "group projects" where I, the quiet girl, did all the work, but the smoothest, loudest talker took all the glory.

"I'll get Haverstrom to agree on Saturday - I'm like a son to him," Pat explains before leaning close enough that I can smell the garlic on his breath. "Let Big Pat take care of it. What do you say?"

I say there's a special place in hell for people who refer to themselves in the third person.

But before I can respond, Willard's firm, sure voice travels down the hall.

"I think you should back off, Nolan. Sarah's not just 'up for it,' she'll be fantastic at it."

Pat waves his hand. "Quiet, midge - the adults ar

Love is missing the taste of someone's morning breath. Thinking they're beautiful, even when their nose is Rudolph-red and their hair is bird's nest crazy. Love isn't putting up with someone in spite of their faults
it's adoring them because of them.

Life changes us, with its twists and turns, in ways we don't always see coming. It changes what we want, what we dream, lays blessings in our hands better than anything we could've imagined.

A knight in tarnished armor is still a knight. When

Let me repeat that in case you missed it:
ALL GUYS TALK TO THEIR FRIENDS ABOUT SEX.
If a guy tells you he doesn't? Dump him, because he's lying to you.

And no girl wants to be called by the wrong name when she's on her knees giving you head in the men's room. So, just to be safe, I went with baby.

Now that my head has been removed from its weeklong vacation up my ass,

Not that I have anything against dancing. Some guys will tell you it's effeminate but I'm not one of them. Today's dancing is practically sex with your clothes on, dry humping in a room full of people. And I'm definitely into that.

I don't know how women do it. I don't know how they even like any of us – a significant portion of the male population deserves to have their dicks cut off. And don't think I say that lightly.

I'm not a fool; I know Ellie's crushing on me hard. I'm aware of how she looks at me when she thinks I'm not looking: so idolizing it feels like I'm on a pedestal fifty-feet tall. Other times, her stare is so naked with desire it hits me like a punch to the gut. Because as alluring as Ellie is…she's also young and way fucking off limits.

Vaginas beat penises every time.
They're like kryptonite.
Penises are defenseless against them.

We ordered food a few hours ago and worked through dinner. I had pasta with chicken, while
Kate preferred a turkey club with fries on the side. Much as I hate to admit it, I'm impressed.
Obviously, she doesn't subscribe to the "I can only eat salads in front of the opposite sex" rule of
thumb a lot of chicks swear by. Who gave women that idea? Like a guy's going to say to his friend,
"Dude, she was one fugly chick, but once I saw her chomping that romaine, I just had to nail her.

A weight sits on my chest, bending it in. Crushing guilt.
"It's not fair."
"Life often isn't," Nicholas says gently. "Logan had a clear choice to make. He understood what he was doing. He knew he could have you or his job - not both. And he chose you.

I squint. "Married?" Lily nods enthusiastically. "At the Drive-Through Wedding Chapel. We took some great pictures. And now I'm Mrs. Billy Warren." Nope, still can't wrap my head around it. "Married? Really?" Warren's expression goes from sappy to annoyed. "Yeah, Long Duck Fuckin' Dong - married. What's your problem?

Henry finishes his fifth brandy. "It was all right, but I prefer The Little Mermaid."

Olivia raises a black brow. "I thought 'cocks' didn't like princess cartoons?"

"Have you seen Ariel?" Henry asks. "My cock likes her a whole bunch.

I was made for this…for her. To cherish her, protect her and challenge her, to guide her and follow her – to be the man she needs, so she can be the woman, the queen, she was always meant to be.

You've become…important to me, Sarah. I mess up a lot; I always have. I don't want to mess this up.

Making love sweetly has its place; long hours of endless foreplay are great, too. Hell, I can even get into the romance stuff – candles and rose petals and warm baths. But hard, fast fucking should never, ever, be underestimated – 'cause it's awesome.

What does that mean, anyway?" I ask. "The Palace frowns? Who is this Palace and why do we give a shit that they're frowning at us?

I feel it too, Ellie. I always have.

When Good gave Eve that extra rib? He should have given us something extra too. Like mental telepathy.

A mother burying her child is the only thing that could make one truly long for death - if only for the sliver of hope that she might glimpse her child again.

You have the maturity of a 14-year-old boy!" Kennedy hisses.
"And you have the chest of one.

I'm not sleeping with you for money."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not a prostitute."
"Of course you're not. But you're young and beautiful, I'm handsome and rich. The more applicable question is why aren't we fucking already?"
That is a strong argument.

Because apparently One Direction's superpower is instant friendship. Someone should ship them to the Middle East so they can get to work on that Israel-Palestine thing.

I should have known better. Arguing with Drew is like dealing with a terrorist. He has no boundaries; nothing's off limits. There are no depths he won't sink to to win. Then he looks thoughtful.

Actions win wars. Actions heal wounds. Not words. Words are cheap. Mine, particularly. -Drew Evans.

What if the reason I've never let myself fall in love with a woman is because I didn't have anything to give? Because I'd already given my heart to her when we were seventeen years old? And all these years ... I've just been waiting for her to come back to me with it.

And when you get married, the most important thing isn't being in love. It's making sure you marry your best friend. A partner - the person you want to share the good times, the shitty times, and everything in between with.

Whoever invented the
front-clasp bra? God bless you.

Anything that came before is nothing. This is all that matters. This brave, stunning girl in my arms is all I will ever need.

You're brilliant and funny. You're protective and caring. You shine so bright, Drew. Everything you do - how you think, the things you say, the way you move - it's ... blinding. I feel ... lucky, just being close to you.

I feel her hips push forward against mine.
And any blood left in my body descends, making me harder than I've ever been in my life.
Weeks of want and frustration are coursing through me. I've brushed with Colgate for far too
long - and it's tasted like shit.

What I do know, what I'm sure of, is that I would die for Ellie. Kill for her, live for her. The vow echoes through me with every beat of my heart. She is the most important person in my life. She has been from the beginning, and she always will be. There will never be another.
I don't know if I'll be any fucking good at love. I'm not quite sure how it's done. But for her, I'll learn.
And I'll do my damnedest to get it right.

For the first time since I met him, my hero looks lost, my guardian angel has a broken wing. And I want to mend him, save him the way he's always saved me. I want to love him until he feels found.

You ever seen A Christmas Story? You know toward the end when Ralphie beats the ever-loving shit out of the bully? I hope to God you've seen it. Because then you'll know exactly what I mean when I say I'm about to go real fucking Ralphie on this son of a bitch.

Where are we going, love?"
"We?" Her eyes are darker – dilated, and her chest rises and falls in quick, excited pants. I wonder if she even realizes it. "I have a meeting. Mother's sent her car to take me. You can't come, Henry."
"I can come lots of times. My stamina is legendary. Do you want me to show you?"
Her voice comes out soft, husky. "You can't come with me"
"That sounds like a challenge." I smirk slowly. "I bet I could time it just right.

How would you react if it was her walking into the lion's den?"
Jake's voice is low and lethally calm. "Chelsea can walk into any damn den she wants. Because I am the lion. And I'd make sure I was with her.

I don't want her thinking about the baby right now, but I can't pass by the hump without paying it homage. My lips press against it once, reverently.

It doesn't count as a lie if the person you're lying to knows it's a lie.

She's nothing like we were at her age."

"I know." I reply, bewildered. "Every responsibility I give her, every duty - she absorbs like a sponge. She thrives off of it."

"Mmm." Nicholas grunts. "All your years of recklessness, all Sarah's sweetness, and somehow you two managed to give birth to…"

"Granny." I finish for him.

"Yeah."

It's the damnedest thing.

"She'll make one hell of a queen, though." Nicholas offers.

"She will." I nod, with pride. But then I frown. "It sucks that I'll be too dead to see it."

My brother grins.

If nightmers can come true, and sometimes they do... than so can our happiest dreams.

He's trying to be professional, unemotional. But his jaw is clenched. Sure, he's smiling, but have you ever seen Lord of the Rings? Gollum smiled too.

It's never the man who is shamed and ruined. It's always the woman - the other woman - who gets burned at the stake." And

I may not be a king, but here, now – she makes me feel like one.
More than a king – her hero, her husband, her mesmerized slave, her ravenous lover – it's all the same now. All wrapped up together.

There are so few people in the world who have the chance and the power to change it. But we can,