Rachel Gibson Quotes

His hand fell to his side. "Honey, come here."
She shook her head and took another step backward. "I don't trust you."
"Baby, you don't trust yourself.

What is the politically correct term for 'retarded'?""I think the words you're fishing for are 'mentally disabled.' And no. I'm not mentally disabled.

You'll have to go get laid by a random stranger."
Bo pointed to the television. "Can I wait for a commercial or do I have to git-'er-done right now?"
"You can wait.

As he walked out into the North Carolina sunshine, Lola's hand in his, a smile curved one corner of his lips.
Not so long ago, he'd stood on the burned-out bridge of the Dora Mae, thinking himself cursed with a beautiful underwear model and her sissy little dog. He'd always believed Lola Carlyle would be the death of him.
"We never did get around to watching Pride and Prejudice," she said, a teasing glint in her beautiful eyes.
Yeah, she would most definitely be the death of him, but what a way to go.

You're going to listen to me; and if you get ugly like you said, I'll become your worst nightmare.'
'Too late, buttercup. You became my worst nightmare years ago

When I'm with you, I feel a kind of calm I've never felt in my life. I'm tangled up in you and you're tangled up in me and it feels right. Like it was meant to be. I love you, Maddie, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say it to you again.

Standing so close, he realized how much he missed her, but looking into her cold, indifferent gaze, he realized something else; it just might be too late.

The first book I sat down to write was an historical romance. It was really bad and thankfully no one ever saw it.

Sam LeClaire was a good-looking son of a bitch.

He looked into her face and tossed her sweater on the floor. I thank God you walked out of my memory and into my life.

For the first time since she'd pieced her heart back together, she felt a small tug at one of the strings. She dropped her hands to her sides and took a step back. The one word she'd waited to hear could destroy her carefully constructed life.
"Don't."
Don't make me forget. Don't make it better. Don't make me love you again.
- Autumn Haven

Because sometimes in life Ken doesn't always choose Barbie.

Probably when we were fishing, but I got serious about it yesterday when we were swapping spit in your momma's front yard and I didn't care who was watching." He sat up and took her hand in his. "I wanted people to watch. I wanted people to see us together. I wanted people to see us kissing today. I want everyone to know that you're mine.

Snowball?"
It's white."
Meow."
It's so girly."
This from a guy who named his poodle Princess."
his laughter died. "How do you know about Princess?"
Your sister told me.

It's white."
Meow."
It's so girly."
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Stay away from me so I don't feel anything for you anymore.

You're beautiful," he said.
"I'm as big as cow."
"A beautiful cow."
She chuckled. "I'm fat."
"You're not fat."
(Stella & Beau)

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We'll have
sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when
you think you can't take anymore, we'll go at it
again.

You called him a big dumb dodo?" Caroline asked later that night as the two of them sat on Jane's couch watching the gas fireplace lick the fake logs. "Why didn't you go for broke and call him a poo-poo head too?

I'm not ashamed of wanting you. And yes, I've missed touching you, and holding you, and I want that again. But that isn't all I've missed about you since you left town." He placed his palms on the sides of her face, bringing her gaze back to his. "I've missed the way you glance around when you think your karma is going to zap you. I miss watching you walk and the way you push your hair behind your ears. I miss the sound of your voice, and that you try to be a vegetarian and can't. I miss that you believe you're a pacifist even as you shock me on the arm. I've missed everything about you, Gabrielle.

You wanna be friends?"
Click click. Was that so impossible? Was he so mad, suddenly disliked her so much again, that he didn't want to be in the same building? "Yes."
"Friends like before or after we had sex on the floor?"
Her thumb stopped. "Before."
"Not interested."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to be your friend."
"Oh." She swallowed her disappointment. It might be for the best, but she suddenly didn't want what was for the best. She didn't want to hate Sam and have Sam hate her. What choice did she have? "Okay."
"I want to be your lover. I can't pretend I don't want more. I want to be with you, Autumn. I want to get you naked and throw your legs over my shoulders"
She dropped the pen.
"I want to leave a mark on the inside of your thigh.

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If you want to cry go ahead. Son, there are just some time in a man's life when he has to let it out.

You're beautiful, Delaney, and you could have anyone you want. Why me?"
She knew she wasn't beautiful, not like her mother. But the way he looked at her and touched her, and the tone of his voice when he said it made her almost believe him. He made her believe anything was possible. "Because you make me not want to say no.

You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles ...

I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it's too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I'll turn around one day and you'll be gone.

I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here.

I've thought about what I've done since I moved to Truly, and I'm sorry that I hurt you, Mick. But I'm not sorry that I met you and fell in love with you. Loving you has broken my heart and caused me pain, but it made me a better person. I love you, Mick, and I hope that someday you find someone you can love. You deserve more in life than a string of women you don't really care about and who don't care all that much for you. Loving you taught me that. It taught me how it feels to love a man, and I hope that someday I can find someone who will love me the way that you can't. Because I deserve more that a string of men who don't really care about me.

Each loss had been devastating in its own ways and had changed her life.

Shelly, what is this?"
"What?"
"This." She shook her fork.
"A Rocky Mountain oyster."
"Is it a shellfish?"
"No, it's a testicle."
"Oh, my God!" She dropped the fork as if it had suddenly zapped her. "Whose?"
Dylan burst out laughing. "Not mine."
"They came from the Rocking C. I bought 'em during castration season," Shelly told her.
"You bought them? Oh, my God!"
"Well," Shelly answered as if Hope were the crazy one, "they don't just give away free oysters, you know."
"No, I don't know. I'm from California. We eat real food. We don't eat cow ball.

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Sex is pretty much our most important job. It's the one thing we have to nail - so to speak - so we get invited back for more. It's pretty much the reason we take a shower and brush our hair.

I want to try with someone who loves me enough to try with me. I want to grow old looking at the same face every morning. I want to grow old looking at the same face every night at the dinner table. I want to be one of those old couples you see still holding hands and laughing after fifty years of marriage. That's what I want. I want to be someone's forever.

Stay away from me, Nick." She held out a hand to hold him off.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. "I can't," he said softly.

My daddy told me that Parrish men are susceptible to love at first sight. We're one-woman men and when we find our woma, we better never let her go or we'll spend a lot of years kicking ourselves in the ass.

I remember exactly what you were wearing, [...] Dark suit, red tie, gold watch, and a blond woman.

No, you love to confuse me and drive me crazy. You don't really love me. You don't know what love is."
"Yeah, I think I do." His brows lowered, and he took a step toward her. "I have loved you my whole life, Delaney. I can't remember a day when I didn't love you. I loved you the day I practically knocked you out with a snowball. I loved you when I flattened the tires on your bike so I could walk you home. I loved you when I saw you hiding behind the sunglasses at the Value Rite, and I loved you when you loved that loser son of a bitch Tommy Markham. I never forgot the smell of your hair or the texture of your skin the night I laid you on the hood of my car at Angel Beach. So don't tell me I don't love you. Don't tell me
" His voice shook and he pointed a finger at her. "Just don't tell me that.

I want you," he whispered. "I've never wanted anything like I want you.

John, you don't like me."

"I've never said I didn't like you."

"You don't have to say it. You just look at me and I know it's true."

His brows drew together. "How do I look at you?"

She sat back. "You scowl and frown at me as if I'd done something tacky, like scratch myself in public."

He smiled. "That bad, huh?"

"Yes."

"What if I promise not to scowl at you?"

"I don't think that's a promise you can keep. You are a very moody person."

He removed one hand from his pocket and placed it over the even pleats of his shirt. "I'm very easygoing."

Georgeanne rolled her eyes. "And Elvis is alive and raising minks somewhere in Nebraska.

He can trade me to a team below five hundred if he wants to, or worse, I could find myself wearing a duck on my sweater.

I feel like I should probably ask you to leave. But I don't really want you to go. I want you to stay, but I know you shouldn't.
- Hope

There were a few things she did know for sure, though. There was no way the pony was going back in the gate. Not when the pony was thirty-four and really liked pulling the milk cart.

I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.

His lids lowered and he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "What if I fall in love with you?"
She turned her face into his palm. "You won't.

He'd been thinking about a lot of things lately, things that would
never happen, things it was best not to think about. Things like waking up with Delaney every morning for the rest of his life and watching her hair turn
gray.

She wasn't his kind of woman, and she didn't want to fall in love with a man who would break her heart like a Dorito.

Oh, I don't know if I'd kick your ass. You're not that bad." She laughed. "I'd spank you real good, though." - Kate

She'd never set a fantasy in a ski lodge, but she was thinking about it now. She couldn't help it. The man was throwing off pheromones like he was a nuclear reactor at Chernobyl. Sitting so close to ground zero, the fallout was lethal.

The only problem with one-man woman was that he was not a one-woman man.

I can't believe you grew up and ate a monkey. Worse, I can't believe I let a guy who ate a monkey kiss my mouth.
Honey,I kissed more than your mouth.

Exactly what am I supposed to care about? That we were just getting to the fun stuff? That my hand
was on your breasts, and your hands were all over my chest, and both of us were having a good time?
Damn right I care about that. I wasn't finished. But don't expect me to care that a little old lady looked in
the window and watched. Why should I care what people are going to say about that? People have
talked about me since the day I was born. I stopped caring a long time ago.

Do you know what else I think? I think I like the idea of Lola Carlyle worrying about me. He slid his knuckle along her jaw to her chin and she held her breath.

Each time I reach a goal or read a great review, I am beyond pleased.

If you're disappointed, we could always make it true. No one else has to know. Jut you and me and cute beavers.

I want to feel you up like we're sixteen in the backseat of a car. On the outside of your clothes," he said just above a whisper. "Touch you all over, then slide my hands up under your shirt.

So tell me, Jane, are you cold?"
His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot
breath, "Or turned on?

You make me want to suck a bruise on you just to kiss it better.
Luc to Jane

So tell me honey," he said just above a whisper, "what's got your beautiful eyes so sad?

I can't remember a day when I didn't love you. I loved you the day I practically knocked you out with a snowball. I loved you when I flattened the tires on your bike so I could walk you home.. So don't tell me I don't love you- Just don't tell me that.

I don't ever want to be the reason you cry again.

I have friends. I want more from you than that. I'm a selfish guy, Jane. If I can't be your lover, if I can't have all of you, then I don't want anything.

Ask me again why I don't want you
traveling with the team."
"Why?"
He slid his thumb across her bottom lip. "Because you drive me insane.

Sometimes you have to wander around until you find where you really belong. And sometimes it's right where you started.

The scariest thing about crazy people is that they can look so normal - Rob Sutter

You're beautiful." His words warmed her skin and tugged at her heart, and this time she believed he meant what he said. He rested his forehead against her, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white flesh. "I knew you would be. I've always known. Always.

But it was always shocking how many guys weren't that great at knocking boots. Which was just baffling. Wasn't sex their number one job? Even above actually having a job?

-"Stop"
"I've tried. I can't. These past few days, not knowing if you were okay have been hell."
-"I'm okay."
"I'm not.

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Have you ever been married?"
"Nope. I was close once."
"You were engaged?"
"No, but I came close to thinking about it.
She didn't believe close to thinking about it counted. "What happened?"
"I got a good look at her mother and ran like hell.

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Because sometimes in life, Ken didn't always choose Barbie. (Jane Alcott)

I've found something more exciting than blowing things up, something sweeter than an adrenaline rush. Something that is truly worth fighting for."
"What?"
"A beautiful woman who makes me laugh and feel more alive than I've ever felt in my life." He swallowed past the lump in his throat and the burning in his chest. "I've waited my whole life for you, even though I didn't know I was even waiting. You and I are different sides of the same coin, and you make me feel complete.

She'd always assumed that falling in love would be like getting slammed into a brick wall. That you'd just be going along as usual and you'd get knocked on your ass and think, Gee, I guess I'm in love. But it hadn't happened that way. It had just kind of snuck up on her before she'd realized it. It had happened one smile and one touch at a time. One look. One kiss. One pink cat collar. One pinch to the heart and one breathless anticipation after another until she was in so deep there was no denying it. No turning back before it was too late. No more lying about what she felt.

Devon Hamilton-Zemaitis was a beautiful woman. Being dead didn't change that.

I write romance because I love to read romance.

Don't leave." He leaned his forehead against the door next to hers. "I'm a real bastard, I know, but don't leave, Lola.

Why did I ever think I would get enough of you?

I thought if I quit looking around for you, I would forget you. I thought if I avoided you, I could get you out of my head. But it didn't work.

He was the kind of guy who made Sadie a lit­tle un­com­fort­able. The kind who wore leather and drank beer and crushed emp­ties on their fore­heads. The kind who made her stand a lit­tle straighter. The kind she avoided like a hot fudge brownie be­cause both were bad news for her thighs.

You healed my heart and taught me that forgiveness is about love. I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list. You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles and why I lie awake at night just to look at you. And every time I look at you, I know that I want to look at you forever

I'm beginning to think I need you like I need oxygen

You never learn the first time. You always have to get hit twice before you see it coming. He was seeing now what he'd seen that first night at Pure. A bright shiny light he wanted to catch in his hands and hold forever. If she let him.

When you lock everything down tight so that the pain can't get out, you also keep good stuff from getting in.

He lifted his face and came up for air. I couldn't stay away.

I think someone just marked his territory.

He lowered his face to hers and spoke against her mouth. I don't want to imagine you not in my life.

Do you really think that I don't have anything better to do than to spend my time thinking about you? Digging up a little of the goods on Luc Martineau?"
Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and he laughed. "Sweetheart, there is nothing little about Luc's goods.

Since I moved back to Truly," he said, "I've felt as if I were standing in one place, unable to move. But I wasn't standing still. I was waiting. I think I was waiting for you.

You don't look at Ann the way you looked at her."
"How's that?"
"Like you could look at her for the rest of your life.

Forget it." She turned to the closed door of the bathroom. "Forget I said anything. I take it back." Just as she pulled the door open, he was behind her, slamming it shut.
With one hand planted in front of her face, Max said next to her ear, "You can't take it back now."
"Yes, I can."
"No." He leaned his big body into her and shoved her against the door. "I heard you." His hot breath brushed her temple. "You love me Lola. I won't let you take it back. You can't ever take it back.

I am a very good cook." When she did cook.
"Good. I like to eat." He lightly bit her palm.
The too-much-air feeling in Lucy's stomach pressed upward into her heart. "What?" she asked past the constriction in her chest.
"What do I like to eat?"
"Yeah."
"Blondes with blue eyes."
Oh God. She pulled her hand from his. "Are you hungry?"
His gaze lowered to her mouth. "I could eat.

She'd packed up her mother's life in boxes for storage

I love you, and I want to be
with you because you make my life better." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "You asked me once
what I see when I look into my future." He slid his palm down her shoulder and took her hand. "I see
you," he said and kissed her knuckles.

If that's what you do to people you love, I can's imagine what you have in store for people you hate

I always regretted how much I hurt you.

He'd spent so much time in the penalty box for fighting last season, he'd been tempted to hang a picture and maybe set up a lava lamp, it had felt so much like home

It's easy to roam if you have an anchor. - Clive Hollowel

You asked me once what I see when I look into my future." He slid his palm down her shoulder and took her hand. "I see you

What does it take, then? I love you. I've never loved any woman the way I love you.

'Rescue Me' is the first book in a three-book series. Although, like all my series, the books are purposely written so that readers do not have to read them in order.

I finished 'The Hunger Games' trilogy, and I love most anything with zombies.

He placed his hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes.You're not some woman I picked up in a bar, Chelsea. You're not a one-night stand. Don't sneak out on me.

I'm thirty-six, and I'm in love for the first time. I don't know what that says about me. Maybe that I've waited for you all my life.

The bigger the hair the closer to God was not just a saying in the northern panhandle, it was like the eleventh commandment: Thou shalt have big hair.

Sometimes a person needs to hear you forgive them so they can start to forgive themselves.