Laura Kaye Quotes

Marco faced her and rested a shoulder against the locker. "It doesn't take much, does it? To make you happy." He reached out, as if to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, but pulled back. "It never did.

You are my brother as surely as if we shared the same blood, and I will help you beat this thing however I can. However long it takes. Whatever backup you need. I am here.

Perfection is the absolute right word. And you could never ruin it," she said in a low, calm voice. "Not when it was perfect because of you.

He crowded right up into her space, pressed his body against hers - trapping her against the glass of the door behind her, plunged his hands into her hair until he was cupping the nape of her neck, and devoured her lips with his.

Lucy was kinda like the Ravens - rough-looking on the outside but full of awesome.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, she said. She'd just tackle-hugged a freaking god, and now he wouldn't let her go. Despite the fact that she'd apparently committed a major faux pas, Devlin's body felt damn good. All hard, lean muscle up against her. Power and strength evident in the fact that he held most od her body weight in the grip of one arm. And, geez, he smelled fantastic, like the cool earthy spice of a beautiful fall day. She had to resist pressing her nose to his throat and drinking him in.

She saw herself. Christmas Eve. The snowman. Sorting the buttons. Disappointed she didn't have a matching pair for the eyes. Deciding it didn't matter-the large navy and chocolate buttons were all she had ...

Dear Readers, This book is my love letter to you. Read hard, always and forever, LK

And if all that wasn't enough, you're a good fucking human being, and I'm not losing you to whatever bullshit lies your head is telling you. I know you don't have any family, so I'm officially stepping in and stepping up. I will fight for you until you can fight for yourself. You hear me? The

Jess pushed herself up to sit next to him. "In case you didn't get the memo, it' s my turn to take care of you right now." Ike dropped his face into his hands on a groan, and Jess's cool hand massages his neck. "Oh, my God. You're so hot."
He chuffed out a small laugh. "Why, thank you."
Jess Chuckled. "You realize you don't have to fish for compliments, right? Not from me. Because I will straight-up tell you that the sight of your Ravens tat stretched over all these muscles gives me a lady boner." Her fingers traced the design across his shoulder blades - a spread-winged raven perches on the hilt of a dagger sunk into the eye socket of a skull. The block letters of the club's name arched over the menacing black bird.
He threw her some major side-eye. "I know I'm sick because the perverted part of my brain just heard you say my ink gives you a lady boner.

Since he couldn't give in to what he really wanted from Kady Dresco, he picked on her and snarked at her and generally gave her grief. And she gave it right back. Sometimes he thought they were engaged in one long round of mental foreplay.

I'm gonna come, Jenna. Because of you. Make me feel so fucking good."
She moaned, adoring the desire and need straining his words. "I wanna feel it," she said.
"Oh, baby, right now," he said. His hips crashed into hers once, twice, three times more, and he cried out. "Oh, fuck, Jenna.

Without the death of winter, there is no rebirth of spring.

Son of a good goddamn holy motherfuck.

Because they weren't just fighting for their own honor. They were also fighting for the honor of six good men who could no longer stand up for themselves. Doing right by those men wasn't a choice, it was a duty.

Just try to remember that those who've seen the most ugliness are also most able to recognize beauty. It comes down to trusting yourself as much as other people. Tears

Screw you, bad stuff and grab life with both hands.

Does this have anything to do with Charlie walk-of-shaming it outta your room this morning at oh
dark-hundred?

You realize if you stand in my kitchen, I'm gonna put you to work, right?" Bunny asked after a minute.
"I'm at your service," he said.
She laughed. "My favorite words ever.

And now his cock wanted back in the game. Fuck.
Yes, please.
Jesus, when your brain started talking to your cock, you were on some fucking really thin ice.

Half the time he felt entirely out of control. Half the time he threw up walls out of fear. And half the time he opted out of life before anyone had the chance to discard him. No matter that the math didn't add up, it was just how he felt.

Is this a dream?" The words spilled from her mouth.
Owen's grip on her hand tightened, that lone dark eye trapped her with its serious intensity. "Waking up across from you is the stuff of which dreams are made. But, no.

His demanding tongue tasted so damn good, and his piercing bit deliciously against her lip from the aggressive way he pursued her over and over. His hands tugged and massaged at her hair and neck. He just surrounded her. The difference in their height made Caden lean down over her. The way he forced her head back commanded her to open up to him. With the metal handle of the door pressing into her back, she felt completely enveloped in him, in his ardor, his scent. The world dropped away. There was just Caden.

I think the universe might be sending us a sign.

Are you wet for me?"
"Oh, f**k, sunshine, you are so wet."
"I am wound too tight Becca. Do you understand? in about ten seconds, I'm going to be all over you. And I'm not going to be able to go slow. It's gonna be hard and fast and rough.

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Even summarized, it sounded nuttier than a squirrel turd at a peanut festival.

Conquering fear didn't mean not being afraid, it meant being afraid of something and doing it anyway. It meant saying no to fear-no you can't rule me, no you can't hold me back, no you can't keep me from the things I want the most.

His leg might be weaker, but at least it no longer mattered when one half of a pair of socks went AWOL in the dryer.

Going to happen when they finally solved this mystery? No time to worry about that now. He hiked up and zipped the jeans, then found

Easy wasn't sure how long he sat there holding her, he only knew that at some point the tremors in her body stopped, her hold loosened, and her breathing evened out. She'd fallen asleep. In his arms.
That she'd found solace in him - a man who had no solace for himself - was the sweetest fucking thing he could ever remember experiencing. And it made him feel strong in a way he hadn't in what seemed like forever.

Arms crossed over his chest,leaning against the wall that led to the back of the business,Nick Rixey appeared for all the world to be nonchalant and unaffected.

He carried Claire out of the room and down the steps, feeling the whole way like maybe he should hold onto the railing. "Ja. Nigh-nigh," Claire said, big blue eyes looking at him. "Uh, sure." He knew three languages, and none of them were helping him out right now.

[ ... ] sometimes you gotta let someone else help you be strong before you can stand on your own.

Will fight for you until you can fight for yourself. You hear

YOU WERE NEVER CREATED TO LIVE DEPRESSED, DEFEATED, GUILTY, CONDEMNED, ASHAMED OR UNWORTHY. YOU WERE CREATED TO BE VICTORIOUS.

You aren't getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.

They'd been sitting on the couch for a few hours trying to find something to watch. Cop and military type shows were out - too much like real life. The Walking Dead marathon was out, because people you liked always died on that show - too much like what they feared life might become. Ike had suggested the World Series of Poker, but Jess thought watching people play cards was boring. She'd suggested a dancing reality show, but Ike put the kibosh on that idea with a single look. Ike's desire to put off sleeping alone again had him finally agreeing to a house hunting show Jess liked where the couple saw three houses and had to decide which to buy. Ike's conclusion: people were idiots sometimes. "Should've picked the older house. More character," he said. "Right?" Jess said, smiling. "You can fix up an older house, but it's harder to give a newer house that kind of character." "I knew I liked you for a reason," he said, giving her a wink. "Because I'm awesome." She turned toward him on the couch and propped her elbow on the back of the couch.

If you couldn't be your true self with the person you planned to spend your whole life with, you shouldn't be with them in the first place.

Wearing only his boxers, Marz sat on the edge of the bed and removed his limb. And then he shifted under the covers with her. "Now," he said, "Does hiding under the covers involve covering the head, too?" Or just the body?
Such a sweet, cute mane. "Just the body. Covering the head makes it a fort."
His eyes went wide. "Is that so? Duly noted.

Hey, Megan?"
She peeked one lid open. "Hmm?"
"Can we have ice cream for breakfast?"
Her mouth curved into a grin. She couldn't think of anyone, save maybe Kate, who could draw a smile from her so quickly. But he was just unexpectedly adorable. "Maybe. If you're a good boy." She cringed. Why the hell did she say that? Was she ... flirting with him? Restraining a grimace, she chanced a look at him.
His dark gaze shifted from playful to scorching. "And what would that entail?"
Heat shot through her body, and unfamiliar desire pooled in her belly. Flustered, she kicked off the top cover. "Not asking questions like that, to start. Now go back to sleep. It's too damn early to be awake."
She heaved a deep breath to calm her racing heart .
"if you say so." Even with his eyes closed, a smile continued to play around his lips.

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Sometimes you plodded through life with nothing changing from one month to the next no matter how much you yearned for a revolution to erupt beneath your feet. And sometimes your whole world imploded and rebuilt itself in a matter of seconds.

Not even a thing, Jenna. You need something and I have it to give, I will, every damn time. You hear me?

I'm going out with him again tomorrow night," Emilie said after they'd finished eating. "He lives up in Baltimore, so we're going to meet after I'm done at the clinic."
"What are your wearing?" Kelly asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin.
"Just ... " She shrugged and looked down at the white cardigan she wore over a pair of basic black slacks. "Work clothes".
Kelly's eyes went wide. "Oh, no. No, no. Hottie McHotterson deserves more than work clothes. Hottie deserves a little black dress or a pair of fuck-hot jeans and a slinky little top. And heel - sexy, tall heels." She arched an eyebrow.

White undershirt. Dark-framed glasses. Sneak peeks at black boxers. Really? How much more was a girl supposed to be able to take before she either spontaneously combusted or found a shower with a removable showerhead?

Tell me you want me inside you, Kady. Tell me you want me so deep I might never find my way back out again.

It was one thing to jack off. It was another thing to jack off and not secure your shit before you opened a goddamned door. That was like, Puberty 101. Or Being a Guy 101. Or Basic Fucking Common Sense 101.

Rolling her eyes, Anna stepped to the Jeep's door. You riding with me or using your invisibility cloak?

Shuffled footsteps caught her attention. "Hey," Owen said. She took in the sight of him, dressed in a new borrowed outfit - a long sleeved navy T-shirt and a pair of khakis that had been too long for John. The shirt highlighted the difference in his eyes.
Well, okay, there was the reason she hadn't been thinking about the real world.

We're growing boys," Jeremy said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"You're all garbage disposals, I swear," she said, chuckling and patting his stomach. Though, really, you couldn't have this many guys living under one roof and not go through the chow. "You're one of the worst and yet you're so lean. It's really not fair."
Hugging her in against his side, Jeremy winked. "It takes a lot of calories to be this awesome, Becca."
Nick gave Jeremy a playful shove as everyone chuckled. 'Or to be such a big pain in the ass.

Regret at telling her about the dragon, about the words, settled into his gut. It left him feeling too exposed, like his nerves sat atop his skin.

Nick gave a sharp nod. "Fair point". Rising, he stepped toward the desk and stole a chip off Marz's plate.
"Dude," Marz said, holding out his hands, "get your own crunchy goodness.

We'll let that be plan A." Nick said. "But you know as well as I do that plan A often gets fucked when it meets reality.

As Shane threaded between the cars and crossed the lot, all Crystal could do was stare. At the determination in his sexy, powerful stride. At the way those jeans hung on his lean hips and came down around a pair of losely tied brown boots. At the way the breadth of his shoulders pulled the slate blue button-down tight across his chest. Hands in his pockets, he gave her a crooked smile that made her belly flutter and her cheeks heat.
"Hey darlin'," he said as he stepped up on the sidewalk.
"Hi," she said.

What?"
Her breathing stuttered at the thought of tasting the sweet cream off his skin. "Nothing."
"No, tell me." He stepped closer.
She shook her head. "Why mint and peach?"
He quirked a crooked smile. "Mint for fresh breath, peach because it's breakfast. You know, fruit."
"I don't think peach ice cream counts as fruit."
"What's that right there?" He pointed to the hunks of frozen orange buried in the mounds of ice cream overflowing his bowl.
"Peach, but
"
"Nuh uh. No but. It's peach. Case closed." He lifted the bowl and took a big bite.

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Don't stop talking to me, Makenna. I need your words. Your voice."
"I don't know what to say is all. I want to take away your hurt."
His cheek lifted into a smile under her hand. "Thank you. But sometimes I think I need it. It reminds me I'm alive. And it makes the good times that much better. Like right now, being here, with you.

And now I'm here for you, Megan. I am enchanted, as surely as if you were the goddess and I the mortal.
-Owen

It was a privilege to be with someone when life had knocked them down, because it meant you got to help build them up again. He

And there he stood, all the fuck alone. Just like always. Just like he deserved. Just like it might be forever.

I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey

But I came awake and you weren't there and in that moment I knew my whole world began and ended with you." - Caine

If you crack a joke right now I swear I will knee you in the junk.

Bleed with me and you will forever be my brother.

I love ... that elevator," she said.
With a sleepy smile and a full heart, he turned his head and kissed into her soft hair. "Aw, Red. I love that elevator, too.

And it was like being torn apart and put back together, all at once. He hated her pain, but he adored that she wasn't hiding herself from him, and that she was letting him be there for her.

He dropped his arms on the bed and peered over at Jenna.
She lay on her side facing him, hand tucked under her chin, not looking the least bit settled or relaxed.
"Whatchu need?"
"You." She spoke the word without and hesitation, any doubt, any seeming self-consciousness.

And let her go. Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding,

You think about pulling my hair while I'm eating your pussy?

No. What he did out there, that wasn't okay with you. Jesus. I could see it in your eyes, your body, the way your fucking hands shook." He heaved a deep breath, like he was attempting to calm himself. "And if it wasn't okay with you, it's sure as hell not okay with me." Closer, yet. So close his chest brushed hers. "In point of fact, I have a major fucking problem with a male forcing a woman to do anything," he said, his eyes burning with molten silver. "But let me be clear, Crystal. Seeing him all over you like that would do bad things to me even if you wanted his attention. So my intentions here"
he pursed his lips and shook his head
"they're not all honorable. Because I want you. I want you so bad I can hardly breathe.

Thank God the Power Rangers showed up when they did, or he wouldn't have been responsible for his actions.

His mouth stole her breath. His touch stole her heart. And his cock stole her sanity.

I'm tired of being afraid," she said, her breath hitching. Shane shook his head. "The definition of courage is action in the face of fear. By that definition, sweetness, you're the bravest person I know.

Colton Brooks kissed in an all-consuming way that stole her breath, demanded her surrender, and blocked everything else until the only thing she saw or heard or felt or knew was his lips, his tongue, his hands, his body.
Him.

Stupid, all-knowing god.

Sometimes distance was easier than acting, or explaining.

Hi" she said.
He gave her the sexiest crooked smile. "Hi." He stepped into her space, both his hands going to her hair, pushing it back off her face, just running his fingers through it. Touching her like he always did. "What was it you wanted?" he asked, no rush or urgency to his voice.
"You." The word fell from her lips unbidden, but she didn't' want to take it back. She didn't have time for anything but honesty. "Just you.

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Then what do you want?" she asked, meeting his intense gaze.
"You, Haven. Always you. I'm fucking starving for you. All the time. You think you're not wanted? I want you. I want you so much I don't know what I'm doing half the time. Every minute of every day, all I can think about is you." Breathing hard, eyes flashing, Dare loomed over her, the words hanging in the tight space between them.
And they were the most amazing, life-giving words anyone had ever said to her. Which made her know exactly what to say. "Then have me.

I'm trying to give up SEXUAL INNUENDOS. But it's hard . . . SO HARD!

Maverick texted her throughout the day making sure she was okay, and who knew that the word fuck could sound so sweet? I'm fucking worried about you. He'll fucking pay if he hurts you. IS IT 5OFUCKINGCLOCK YET? That one came complete with a winky face.And when a big tough biker dude sent you shouty caps and a winky face, it could make you smile.

Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality.

Nick leaned closer,his free arm bracing on the wall above her shoulder.The warm puff of his breath caressed her lips as his gaze bore into hers.She couldn´t move,couldn´t blink,couldn´t breathe.

Taunt a woman into figuring out how to torture you,

Good with languages," she murmured. With everything she learned about him, he got more and more interesting. Or more mysterious, depending on how you looked at it. "So, good with languages, shovels, and igloos. Anything else?"

The smug look he tossed at her was so wicked it shivered right down her spine. Walked right into that, hadn't she. She shook her head and, looking away to hide her blush, moved her cardboard forward one spot. Without a doubt, he would be good at...other stuff. Jesus.

So ride on, my brothers, and rest in peace. Wherever you are, may you always have the sun on your back, your fists in the wind, and the road stretching out before you

Instead of an ugly scratch of a scar, he'd given her a beautiful piece of himself. A snowflake. Small and discreet, noticeable if you knew to look, but otherwise really just for her. A gift.

That's the truth," Quinton said. "I think that's what all of us are looking for, inside of BDSM or not. To be understood, to find our like-minded tribe, to be accepted and belong, no matter what.

Her last stop in the produce section was as the asparagus, which she planned to marinate and grill. She felt eyes on her, and did a double take at Derek holding possibly the world's largest zucchini in his hands with a totally amused grin on his face. He waggled his brows.
Emilie couldn't help but give in to the urge to laugh. "Okay," she said. "I'm all done here."
"Oh, good," Derek said. "Let's go see what fun we can have with the meat.

Believe - that someone as beautiful and bright and together as Katherine Rixey could see all that in him when he couldn't see most of it in himself. Hell, not even his parents had seen it.

The man - god - could control the weather, for God's sake. Annnd now that phrase took on a whole new meaning.

Love...love is the only thing that doesn't hurt. So many people are afraid of it. I think I was five years ago. Afraid that loving you would hurt me, one way or the other. But love doesn't hurt. Abuse hurts, and loneliness hurts, and jealousy hurts, and lies hurt. But love? Love heals. Love puts back together things that were broken before. Which is what you've done for me. So promising you, that's easy. I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. No matter what.

You're freaking gorgeous!

The man from lunch - Derek - stood leaning against the column by the steps. The way his arms crossed his chest made his biceps and shoulders appear huge, which made her notice that he'd changed clothes since lunch. The minute his playful gaze landed on her, he pushed off the column.
"Hi," he said, looking sheepish and way sexier than any man had the right to look. From the way his blue jeans hung on his lean hips to the way his navy button-down hugged the muscles of his shoulders and chest to how tall he was, this guy was sex on legs.

She blew out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

She peered up at him. Damn, she would've thought he was a god even if he hadn't told her he actually was, though just of the usual, incredibly sexy kind.

She had given up something for which she had long yearned for the mere possibility of a love, and a life, with him. With him.
Yet, she had no idea how he felt about her. How powerfully love and admiration and pure, simple awe flowed through him for her.

Happiness wasn't something you found, happiness was something you made-by living in the moment, by cherishing the people in your life right now, by finding the courage to change those things you didn't like.

Throwing cash for the whole meal on the table, Kelly got up abruptly. That's it. Come on. We're going shopping. Clothes. Lingerie. Shoes. Condoms.

Shane elbowed Beckett as they started to cross toward the door. "It's not a prosthetic limb, it's a hollow leg."
"You know," Marz said, "that would actually be freaking cool. It could be refrigerated, and you could keep drinks and snacks in it."
Beckett just started at him.
"When I'm a kabillionaire, off my refrigerated prosthetic hollow leg, son't ask to borrow a drink. That's all I'm saying.