Kelly Moran Quotes

People of Redwood Ridge always referred to themselves as victims when they were found in the path of Cupid's arrow, wielded by the sisters. They ran. They hid. They resisted. In the end, they succumbed. He was the sheriff. He got around. He saw and heard things most didn't. And the truth was, not a solitary "victim" was unhappy after The Battleaxes were through with them.

The man was so sexy she understood why every member of the double X-carrying chromosome imitated saran wrap in his presence.

I don't care if it's been five minutes or five months or five years. You're it for me and there's no sense in waiting.

I'm apologizing. For whatever I did. For whatever the guy who hurt you did. For the JFK assassination or the botched moon landing. Take your pick." ~Cain, Ghost of You

The building had been sold and the new owners wanted to convert it into high-end condos. Oh, please. Chicago needed more high-end condos like they needed another baseball franchise.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

Trust was such a fragile thing, and once it was lost, it could never be fully restored. Could you ever truly trust anyone?

They knew nothing about one another, yet he would recognize her even if deaf or blind. She was that much a part of him.

Damn, her mouth was a weapon.

Peachy. Alrighty, then. She'd just get in her car, run home to check her clothes, hair, and makeup, walk across the street to Jason's apartment, knock on his door, stare at his masculine hotness in stupid adoration, probably insert her foot into her mouth fifty-five times in under five minutes, then go back to her place and relive the embarrassment all night long while replaying what she should've done or said had she been a sophisticated woman, instead of a blundering moron.
Done and done. Piece of cake.

This isn't just chemistry. It's the whole periodic table." ~Cain

She bypassed the junk food aisle altogether. "Okay, Faith. Hold up." He grabbed the end of her cart and pulled it down the aisle. Snagging a bag of potato chips, he tossed them in her cart. "Better. Let's find you some Twinkies.

He wasn't touching that one with an eight-inch…pole.

Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he'd still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn't come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he'd be damned if it didn't start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

Yes, best friend of mine. I am the famous photographer you've admired for years, and the man who's admired you.

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You

He would've sworn the woman was a reincarnation of Holly Golightly, but this wasn't a Capote novel, no matter her resemblance to Hepburn.

I only know two things in life for certain: I know I love her and I know when her memory of our time together fades, I'll still feel exactly the same as I do today. Time is irrelevant, as I once said to her. And I'm happy wasting every second of it on her.

If you're trying to tell me you're not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.

I'd tell you not to swoon, but he'd catch you, so never mind.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

He was not thinking of Maddie I-Live-To-Make-Your-Life-Miserable Freemont in terms of sexuality. He was not attracted to her in the least. Period and exclamation point.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was going out with a rifle in his hand.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

Go get dirty, baby girl. And I mean the naked kind.

Sammy: "How do you comb your hair so the horns don't show?"
Cain: "Don't mind her. A house just fell on her sister.

He'd misspoken. She wasn't a blow. She was a hydrogen bomb directly aimed at his solar plexus.

Lifetime called. They want their movie of the week back.

What exactly do you think is going to happen to me in Redwood Ridge? A Halloween display falling on me? Blown over by the force of someone waving hello? No, no, I got it. I'll get diabetes after I'm forced to eat a cookie from the free sample display by the bakery. I hear sugar calling to me now. Dangerous stuff.

Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Cam started a fire at work. And she got an erection!

First thought? Romance movies were bad for her psyche.

She wouldn't want to be caught on his bad side - assuming he had a good side - yet the naughty bad boy vibes were like an undercurrent pulling her in.
Don't-mess-with-me meets I-dare-you-to-resist.

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn't live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct - the part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

Damn, but that made him want to put on a straightjacket.

Summer-damn-Quinn saw the world as if it was a painting waiting to be created. I only saw her.

How much dip would a dipshit shit if a dipshit could shit dip?

If this was what caring about someone was like, what the hell was he supposed to do? Because he couldn't handle it, couldn't live like this.

There. Let the gods of friendship and common sense strike him dead.

When a guy says something like that, take it at face value. Long enough.

She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.

Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he'd joke about it like she did.

To me, love was something a person gave up a piece of themselves for and never walked away from.

At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn't exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.

The time has come. I know you, and now you will know me. Ever Yours.

This was where she belonged. Right here with him. Forever. "I love you," she whispered. She'd burst if she didn't tell him, die painfully if he let her go. Emotion clogged her throat.

Translation: She's too good for you.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn't love, but gratitude.

He'd never need a camera to remember this, and damn if he ever wanted anyone but him to see her like she was at this moment.

He couldn't grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

I swore I'd never fall for her again.

He looks at you like you're crème brûlée.

Calm down. Ghosts don't ring the doorbell.

He'd be quoting Yeats any moment now if he kept up this nonsense.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

I love you, Ava. I should've started this whole crazy thing by saying that. I love you and I missed you like mad. It wasn't a spell. It was you. I found home.

It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.

But not once had he almost lost it. Not like last night. Never had he fumbled, laughed and ... connected to another like with Ava.

I'll never get to hear her say, 'I love you, Mommy,' like other parents take for granted.

He'd known it would be good between them, he just wasn't prepared for how good. Like the-bloody-earth-moved good.

They were the right counterbalance to one another.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.

This wasn't the first time she saw past his facade. It probably wouldn't be the last. Yet the intimacy of having this woman know him so damn well was unnervingly welcome.

And today she looked at him in a way she had yet to before. With acceptance. With affection.

New hair and clothes don't change ugly.

She held my face in her hands as if I was the treasure.

Lucifer was engraving Nate's name on a cage right now.

God. He was an eye-gasm if she ever saw one.

His sexy smile said trust me or don't, he didn't care.

An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.

That was me. Reliable. The good southern guy. Boy next door.
Except I wasn't. Not really.

Hunter versus prey, and the look in his eyes told her, in no uncertain terms, eating her alive was a distinct possibility.

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.

She was both strikingly gorgeous and completely natural, and her perceptive eyes said she was not afraid to wield said power over a man.

Popcorn, chocolate, coffee, ice cream, and pizza. The five food groups. Health nuts are going to feel stupid one day, dying of nothing.

People tend to pay attention to the guy who shouts and ignore the one who whispers.

Besides, if they continued where they left off, Faith would finish reading the book and Alec would be snoring next to her.

I can take two people, throw a world of obstacles at them, defy the odds, and still give them a happily-ever-after. Together. I am a romance author. What's your superpower?

I give you my love & my luck. Don't throw either away.

She'd burst if she didn't tell him, die painfully if he let her go. Emotion clogged her throat. Helplessness ached in her stomach.

It is often said that freedom doesn't come free. It is also said that true heroes can come from both the most unlikely and obvious of places. I believe that. And so this book is dedicated to my heroes who fight overseas and at home.

One shouldn't live in the past, Parker. You'll smack into something in the present looking backward and not get a clear view of your future. Trust me.

Life Lessons According to Camryn:
One must handle stress like a dog; if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away

I think you've been lying to yourself so long that you don't know what the truth is anymore.

When my assistant strolled into my office one idle Tuesday morning, I had no way of knowing this would be the moment everything changed. A series of dominoes tipping with a clack, all leading to an unexpected and crazy end. One I fear I won't ever recover from.

I have something I need to get off my chest."
"What's that?"
"This." He closed his mouth over hers.

The universe had a terrible sense of humor. Nothing she hated more than being the punch line.

He looked longingly out the window at the towering skyline of New York City and thought about jumping. It would hurt less than following orders.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

We'll build our own world in the shape of us.