Victoria Dahl Quotes

I think I'd better plead the fifth."
"Isn't that an admission of guilt, Detective?"
"Legally, it's a neutral position."
"Oh, but it's morally damning, isn't it?"
"Morally?" His deep brown eyes sparkled and the weight in Tessa's belly melted all over her insides. "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "Morally, it's a big problem.

You know that's not what I mean! I just ... I don't know what to do with men. I get nervous. I make too many jokes. I act like a kid sister instead of their fantasy sex machine.

I wouldn't yell 'fire' at that slimeball if his ass was in flames.

Jane Morgan had ruined him. Ridden him hard and put him up wet. He might never recover.
Mentally he was even worse off. Who was this girl?

He smelled the way a man should smell when he was in your bed and working hard for it.

He pushed up a little, raising his head to look into her eyes. After a moment, weariness settled into his features. "It's too late regardless. I'm yours now."
I'm yours. The beautiful opposite of what Peter White had said to her. You're mine now, he'd crowed, as if she were a purchased treat. The difference, it seemed, between a boy and a man. Just as Jude had promised.

Yes," she spat. "I am quite picky. Often I like my seductions to consist of more than 'Hallo there. are to spread your knees for a duke?' Silly miss that I am.

Divorce hadn't devastated her. She'd felt awful for her son, but God, she'd felt free, and she'd hoped that a happy mom was more important for Sawyer than a married one.

It wasn't funny."
"Oh, mon coeur. It was the funniest thing I've ever heard."
"Jude!" she cried, stomping her foot before she realized she'd done it.
"I'd kiss you now if I wasn't sure that you'd bit me."
She would. She'd nip that obnoxious smile right off his face.
"Now I know why you're so good at it. Kissing. You've had loads of practice.

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You're walking around here with a smile on your face, Asher. It's freaking everybody out.

In fact, I think you're a genius, Quinn. And I think I'm a genius for picking you." "Revisionist history. You didn't pick me. I inserted myself into your sordid plan." Lori grinned. "Right again. You are a genius at inserting yourself, Quinn Jennings.

He tilted his head in such gracious acknowledgment that she felt churlish.
'I can assure you I've not yet squished a lady. Not even once.

Thank God she wasn't wearing shorts. She hadn't shaved her legs in a week, theorizing that October in the mountains was pretty darn cold and she might need the extra layer of insulation.

Don't be maudlin. You're a librarian, for God's sake. Toughen up.

He stood there a moment longer, fantasizing once again of rescuing Lori Love. She'd turned out to be a damsel in distress after all, but not the innocent, helpless kind. No, she was a damsel of a different sort. The brave kind who fought and lied and stole and did really dirty things with the knight in shining armor. Just before she sent him on his way with a pat on the back. And that was that.

You take control, Emma," he whispered. The words tickled her ear, he spoke them so close. Shivers raced down her neck, down her chest and her belly. "Take control of me. Come to me." Her neck arched, wanting his mouth to bite her. "If you do Emma, I may give you what you want. Or I may offer more than you can handle. Risk. That's what you like, isn't it? So play with fire. Play with me.

Of course not," she snapped. "I'm only thirsty. Would you play the gallant and find me a glass of lemonade?"
"I assume 'lemonade' is code for wine?

Really, Your Grace. Crooking your little finger again? At least buy me a bauble before you try to tup me in the carriage.

You're looking for a man who can fix you?"
"No! I don't expect a man to fix me! I'm not an idiot. I just want a man I can hide behind."
Chase's eyebrows flew high. His mouth twitched up, and Jane felt her mouth twitch, too.
"Jane, I'm no Dr. Phil, but I'm pretty sure you're certifiably fucked-up."
"Shut up!"
"It's true. Man, if I wasn't already in love with you, I'd be out of here.

She reached to give him an awkward hug, and when he hugged her back, his hand accidentally
touched her belly. It was surprisingly hard and something shifted beneath the surface.
"Oh, shit!" he yelped, jerking back.
"What's wrong?"
"It, uh, moved."
"Feels like an alien, doesn't it? I swear to God, I have nightmares that it's going to burst out of my stomach like a monster. But I think it's pretty
harmless.

Emma snapped from her daze. She sat forward and slid to ground so quickly that Hart was forced to scoot back.He fell to his backside, suddenly struck with the image of how he must look: sprawled on the floor with a cockstand, a pair of pink drawers in his fist. Utterly ridiculous. Corrupt. Depraved. Hart couldn't help but grin.

We just went out for dinner. We didn't participate in a Roman orgy, I swear.

I've had a rough six months, okay?" she cried. "Little Blue was my last friend,
and frankly the last time his batteries ran out I had a fleeting moment of panic
that he'd been compromised!

Don't even try to make this into something weird, Lori. We grew up in the same place, so get over your complex. Unless, of course, this is part of your fantasy. The asshole rich boy and the noble girl from the poor family."

"F*ck off," she growled.

But she beat that voice down and stomped on it with imaginary work boots. Those steel-toed monsters were good for something.

You did not look like that on the basketball court in high school." "Like what?" He shook his head. "I swim." "To where?" The male ego kicked in, if a bit belatedly, and Quinn's laughter sounded very pleased. "I swim sometimes when I can't sleep." "Mmm. Molly says you have insomnia." "I do." "I can see that.

Yeah, I'm kind of proud of myself, too. I was a fucking sex ninja.

Merry started and shook her head. No, even if the man were naked and in her shower right now, she could never just climb in there and start manhandling him. Not even in a fantasy. Because what she'd really do is screw up the courage to slip into the shower naked, and then she'd stand there awkwardly while he soaped himself. She'd probably crack a joke. Then make an excuse about how crowded it was and just slip away.

This is so weird. I feel like bambi just morphed into a raging nymphomaniac.

Can we go inside, Eve?
She inhaled quietly at the way his voice wrapped around her name. One deep syllable that had always made her wish she was called something longer and more complicated. Genevieve or Isabella. Something that would take him full seconds to say so she could feel it rumble over her skin.

She'd never felt more powerful. She wanted to do this again. In an hour. In the middle of the night. In the morning. She wanted to wake up like this, shaking and strong and whole and broken all at once.

Despite the man's intimidating mountain-man looks, Wallace dated men, women and some people who seemed to skate between genders.

Pictures of the corners of life that no one else saw.

Edward, it will take time to find a willing and acceptable match, won't it? Decent men do not hang about at crossroads just waiting for ruined women to take them home.

I think he could handle being used. It would be good for him. He's having trouble sleeping.