Shyloh Morgan Quotes

Chance looked over at Quinn as he explained the rules... again. Chance knew all of those things, hell, he had lived by them since he bedded his first woman. In the fact, he even added a rule of his own. He never, under any circumstances, went back for seconds with the women he slept with. He was infamous for pissing off women when they said something about him calling them, or seeing them again. Rather than pulling a dodging act most men learned at method which gained him adoration from other men and venom from women. No matter how progressive a woman claimed to be, the moment she realized she had just been fucked like she had never been fucked before or would ever be fucked again; they wanted to hang on. Chance had termed it the law of dickmitizing.

He wanted to hear Mhisery scream, he wanted to know she was forgetting everything that was going on except what was happening between the two of them. He wanted her to release the guilt she felt about her daddy and what she should or shouldn't be doing. He just wanted her to let it all go and just be with him in the moment.

Mhisery found comfort in the fact Quinn saw her as a woman. He saw past the tattoos, the piercings, and the attitude. She had built walls around her heart since her mother's death; fearing if she let anyone in she would lose herself. If she let anyone in they would see her dysfunctional family, and would look down on her for it. She didn't want anyone to see the man her father had become. She wanted them to remember him as he was before her mother died, and he lost his mind - along with the will to live.

He had basically told Clay he wanted the job done and he wanted his woman safe - in a very veiled code. If it took throwing down a peace flag with the one man in Midnight, he could barely pass without glaring at, then he was willing to do it. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for Mhisery whether she knew it or not. The woman was buried in his heart and soul; he would tear out one or sell the other to make her happy.

You are a kitten. The name stays. You are the compact version of a wildcat, so it fits. Kitten.

Alyssa's mouth went dry at the sight of Chance as he opened the door. His chest was bare, with faint droplets of water covering the tattooed bundle of hotness known as her friend.

Quinn held Mhisery tight to his chest, offering his strength to her when he could see she was closer to breaking than she ever had in his company

Maybe this time Quinn could bare his heart and soul to Mhisery, let her see all of him, and maybe, just maybe, if he were lucky enough, she would find the bright lights of New York would never match the stars of Georgia.

He smiled at her and gave a reassuring wink. He couldn't help himself. Chance figured old habits die hard, but the fact was when he grinned at her, or winked, he wasn't trying to get into her pants. He truly grinned with her. She made him smile. She could prove to be a good friend

Once Chance put away the charm he had in abundance, she was surprised to find he was actually a decent guy. Maybe she could be friends with him

She took a long breath in at the end of her sentence, feeling her voice break and knowing she was at the end of her emotional rope. She didn't want to run off the rails, and plow into Caleb

Mhisery realized at that moment, her father was so far gone into alcoholism the bottle had become his lover - and Avery Bellemy was nothing if not faithful to his partner. He cherished the bottle above his family, above his business, above his good name, and well above his own health. Her father was now pouring all the love he had felt for their mother into a bottle