Alessandra Quotes

PSYCHOSIS: A severe mental disorder, a derangement of personality. Some individuals experience mood swings and agitation, but emotional dampening and social withdrawal are the most common symptoms. Despite society's beliefs, psychotic individuals rarely become violent and are often at a much greater risk of causing harm to themselves than to others.8 There are many theories as to what causes psychosis. Many current theories agree that it is caused by a combination of inherited genetic factors and external environmental factors. ~ Alessandra Torre

She finished just after him, scooping out fried corn and an okra-tomato-corn medley on his plate. ~ Alessandra Torre

I don't love you despite this. I love you, including this. Every part of you, even parts you don't know. ~ Alessandra Torre

Feel good. Once you feel good, you look good, too. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

Every saved soul was a pebble into the stream that was my broken heart. I threw every pebble in and hoped the water would dam, hoped the hurt would fade, hoped the memories would fade. But the stream never dried, the hurt never ceased, and my pain never healed. ~ Alessandra Torre

Seriously, I like to wear hats so I don't get super tan. You have to protect the face. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

Being on par in terms of price and quality only gets you into the game. Service wins the game. ~ Tony Alessandra

In other circumstances, if Jamie hadn't been so miserable, Ryan would have laughed. Jamie rarely got so pissed that he lost the thread of the conversation. "Yes, you are." Cradling Jamie's face, he brushed his lips against Jamie's forehead. "Everything will be fine, you'll see." He kissed Jamie's temple.

Jamie shuddered. "Don't. Not now. I can't - not now."

Frowning, Ryan pulled back to look at his friend.

Jamie was staring at him oddly, his lips parted and curled in half a grimace, his eyes gleaming with desperation. "I - " he said before suddenly lunging forward and closing the distance between their mouths.

For a moment, Ryan's alcohol-fogged brain couldn't understand what was going on.

Jamie was kissing him.

Jamie was kissing him. Or at least trying to, his lips clumsy and awkward but desperate and needy - so needy it was weirding Ryan out. ~ Alessandra Hazard

That didn't stop you from sucking my cock." He doesn't smile, and the first real stab of fear hits me. ~ Alessandra Torre

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I can do this. Life as a trophy wife? Piece of freaking cake. ~ Alessandra Torre

I thought women enjoyed affairs. I thought they got sparks of pleasure at the buzz of their phone, thought they ran around with a glow, their world suddenly on fire with new love. I thought they were women with terrible husbands and unhappy lives, an affair the first step in an eventual ending of their marriage. I thought that they were horrible, selfish women. I never thought that I would be one of them. I never thought that I'd be so weak. It turned out being the perfect wife was only easy when there was no temptation, no mistake haunting and overshadowing your marriage. ~ Alessandra Torre

He grinned, that sexy, I-fucking-own-you grin and released my ass, dropping me full force on top of my full-time obsession. ~ Alessandra Torre

Ty." It was only one word, but a gruff plea that said everything. I lifted my gaze from his lips to his eyes and saw the hurt in them, the miss, the need. Need that I couldn't step away from. Need that I felt in every part of my body. "Take me somewhere, Chase. ~ Alessandra Torre

I couldn't do it. I couldn't wait there and be his sex toy, no matter how much I'd enjoy it. Cole Masten was dangerous to my heart, to my self-worth, to my future self. ~ Alessandra Torre

He brings his face within inches of mine. "I want to know what you're thinking about right now."

"You couldn't handle it. ~ Tricia Levenseller

He was weak for Ryan, always had been and always would be, but he was much weaker without Ryan. Sighing, ~ Alessandra Hazard

When You Say You Are Going to Do Something, Shut the Hell Up and Do It. ~ Alessandra Torre

I'm not telling you in order to hear it back," I said. "I'm letting you know how I feel, so that you don't have to wonder. I don't need to know how you feel, or care if you love me right now. I just thought you and your delicate ego might want to know. ~ Alessandra Torre

His dark eyes were wide and beautiful, and his lips looked soft and very pink. It was irritating. Everything about the boy irritated him: the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he fucking breathed. Roman ~ Alessandra Hazard

He can't help me. Not in the way that I need to be helped. I don't want a salve or whatever form of support my mother received. I've seen one family destroyed. I don't plan on repeating that trend. ~ Alessandra Torre

What is it about you?"
"Me?" She lifted her chin, looked at me head on.

"I can't stop myself. I want to pin you and fuck you against every surface I come to…. ~ Alessandra Torre

He doesn't know anything yet. He knows I fell for a boy. He knows I had a baby. All he knows are the first lines of a song. He hasn't even heard the melody yet. ~ Alessandra Torre

During these minutes, he owns me, regardless of the money or the orders. I am fully and completely his. ~ Alessandra Torre

Incredible how quickly a world can change. How my entire person, our friendship, can be reduced to nothing, with just one confession. ~ Alessandra Torre

I should be riding him like a prize stallion. ~ Alessandra Torre

She and I were alone in this house, the fireflies more active than our souls. ~ Alessandra Torre

Don't be so nervous," Ryan said, burying his fingers in Jamie's hair and stroking it soothingly.

"It's just me. Don't freak out on me."

Jamie huffed out a laugh. "This is crazy," he mumbled, staring at Ryan's lips.

"A little," Ryan said, applying pressure to Jamie's head until their forehead touched. "Watch and learn. ~ Alessandra Hazard

A Sunday. Only Yankees would think that was an appropriate time to thrust themselves into our lives. Sunday, the Lord's Day. ~ Alessandra Torre

But I will always own your heart. And this man would be second to me in your heart. ~ Alessandra Torre

You shouldn't pull out the chair for me, or even open doors for me," she told him.
He pulled back slightly to look at her, his face only inches from hers. Even in the dim light, she could see that his eyes were brown and only brown. There were no flecks of gold or green, just one single, deep shade of chocolate.
He studied her intensely then leaned toward her again, his breath warm against her neck as he spoke. "You don't think Alice Plotkin deserves that kind of respect?"
"She's supposed to be invisible."
"She's not invisible to me."
Again, he pulled back, and the warmth in his eyes seemed to heat her from within. His gaze flicked down to her mouth, and Alessandra knew with complete certainty that he was going to kiss her. In just a moment, he was going to pull her toward him and kiss her. She couldn't think of anything she wanted more.
Cutting his hair had been torture. He'd sat there, without a shirt on, Ace bandage around his ribs, obliviously sexy. She'd touched the hard muscles on his shoulders and back more than once, using the lame excuse of brushing cut hair off him.
Sometimes - okay, more than sometimes - the hair had been imaginary.
Touching Harry was like touching electricity. She hadn't wanted to stop. His hair was so soft and thick, his skin silk over steel. ~ Suzanne Brockmann

When his head cleared a little, Roman found that he had the boy cradled against his chest, his fingers carding through the moist curls. Luke was nuzzling into his collarbone, all but purring. He really was such a kitten. "Why ~ Alessandra Hazard

Like Bee looks at a pancake. ~ Alessandra Hazard

Celebrated the evening with one of my building's valets - a twenty-one-year-old kid who only made it five pumps, but brought some good weed and laughed at my jokes. It was a sad start to my new life.
Torre, Alessandra (2014-08-24). Black Lies (Kindle Locations 143-145). Alessandra Torre. Kindle Edition. ~ Alessandra Torre

And that look, that vulnerability? It was even more irresistible than her strength. ~ Alessandra Torre

Lust is a dangerous thing. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise. Nathan takes me to that cliff, my body bending and molding beneath his, my heart coming up for air in between soft caresses with his mouth while his cock hammers out a slick, rapid motion. ~ Alessandra Torre

In selling as in medicine, prescription before diagnosis is malpractice. ~ Tony Alessandra

Cole stared at Cocky and felt like the worst parent in the world. ~ Alessandra Torre

ohmygodIthinkIsuckedhisdick. ~ Alessandra Torre

Cole should have known better. This man had probably tied down his wife and forced the wedding ring on her hand. He ~ Alessandra Torre

I didn't know what I hated more, when his eyes were unreadable or when I didn't like what I read in them. ~ Alessandra Torre

Kinsey was the kind of pretty that got under her skin. It was as if someone had put the girl next door and a vintage pin-up in a box, shook it, and Kinsey was what had tumbled out, blushing and mussed. Plus, ~ Alessandra Torre

I think I'm in better shape now than I was 10 years ago, but it takes a bigger toll - I get back pain! ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

I'll never forget my little city! I could talk a whole day about it! ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

I have been lucky enough to work with the world's best designers and top stylists - who have been my mentors. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

She cleared her throat but still her voice came out much too huskily. "Are you all right? I didn't see you there. I didn't mean to kick you."
He was looking at her, examining her, and he smiled crookedly. "You look good in the morning, Al."
Her hair was stringy, her eyes were tired and puffy, and she had on absolutely no makeup. "I look like hell."
"Whoa, that's pretty harsh language for you."
"You look like hell, too."
"Hell is an improvement for me," he told her. "In fact, I consider it a compliment. See, shit's my usual look. On really bad days, I look like total shit. So, yeah, hell is a big step up for me." His smile made his eyes crinkle. "So, thank you very much."
Alessandra couldn't keep from smiling back. ~ Suzanne Brockmann

I love sunglasses, I have all shapes and colors. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

Should I be worried?" He set down the bread. I smiled. "No. But go easy on him. He hasn't had to see me with anyone for a while. It's ... strange for him. Hearing the stories and now, seeing you here." "What are the stories?" "Oh, you know. Dark, handsome stranger whisking off innocent, sweet, loved-by-all Riley Johnson. Corrupting her weekends before sending her back a ruined woman." "Oh, is that what they're saying?" His mouth curved. I nodded, widening my eyes. "Oh yes. It's quite the scandal. ~ Alessandra Torre

First loves were supposed to be flimsy and temperamental. They were supposed to burn bright and fade fast. They weren't supposed to stick. They weren't supposed to eat away at a man's heart, his capacity for life. ~ Alessandra Torre

She didn't need to know how messed up in the head he was. How utterly pathetic he was. It had been months, for fuck's sake. He wasn't supposed to still feel like curling up into a ball, closing his eyes and hoping it was all just a bad dream and Jared wasn't out of his life forever.
Forever.
His throat closed up and Gabriel started walking faster. He wanted fresh air. He hated hospitals. Hated that every tall, dark-haired man in a white coat made his breath hitch. It was fucking stupid. Jared rarely wore white coats; he favored scrubs. But maybe Jared wore them now. It wasn't like he would know. ~ Alessandra Hazard

For us, silence is all we have ever known. I do not speak because I do not know what to say. He does not speak because he has no interest in talking. ~ Alessandra Torre

The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else - grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets. ~ Alessandra Torre

But I was strong enough. I made it through the misery, until misery became normality. I find it ironic that when I finally became okay with the life I created inside 6E - that is when I ended up leaving it. ~ Alessandra Torre

You've gotten cheeky, Becca."
"Me? Never. Can I let him in, please? He's giving me a headache. He doesn't seem to understand he can't enter your office whenever he wants."
Jared couldn't help a smile. That sounded like Gabriel. "Didn't you tell him I'm busy?"
"I did. And you know what he said? 'But it's me.' As if the rules don't apply to him." She couldn't quite keep the dislike from her voice.
Jared's smile disappeared. "That's enough, Rebecca. Let him in." Jared hung up, his mood souring. He knew Rebecca meant well. She was just a little overprotective of him and she had never liked Gabriel. To be fair, Gabe wasn't sunshine and rainbows: he could be a bit of a jerk around people he didn't care about - which was most people - but he was fiercely loyal to those few he did care for. ~ Alessandra Hazard

No one is normal. Everyone is just pretending to be normal. ~ Alessandra Torre

And when one loves kills another, can you still love the one who's left? ~ Alessandra Torre

You bagged a movie star. You should be throwing a fucking party and bragging on Twitter. What you shouldn't be doing is moping, not when you threw him out of your house like a baller. ~ Alessandra Torre

Spikes first had been our code. Our mantra in life, the thought that you dove full force into confrontation, damn the repercussions to others, should they be too dumb to move out of the way. Sometimes you made it there safely. Sometimes you didn't, the enormous effort a waste. But if you had the opening, you had to try. ~ Alessandra Torre

I've put one foot before another and the years have passed, the time marked by late rent payments and the appearance of wrinkles - tiny ones, on the corners of my eyes. They are a reminder of my youth, and of the hourglass that we all live in, grains of sand slipping through the gap of time, each granule adding another wrinkle, another pocket of fat, another sag that I will fight to overcome, another grey hair to pluck or dye. ~ Alessandra Torre

He despised the words leaving his mouth, hating the way they made him feel. Exposed. Open. By a girl who didn't weigh more than his cock. A girl who stared at him with eyes of fire, who pushed buttons he didn't know he had, and had wormed her way inside a part of him that should be closed. ~ Alessandra Torre

There is something soothing about the act of writing, a drug that lures you into another world, but then forgets to stop, and sometimes carries you all the way into sleepdom. ~ Alessandra Torre

Disappointment in others is tough. But disappointment in yourself is far worse. ~ Alessandra Torre

First of all, she was uncertain how to read the statement. Did Harry actually mean what he said, or was there another underlying message? Did he mean "Wow, you are so completely unattractive, no other man could possibly be interested in you, so I'll take advantage of you by pretending to desire you. And maybe I'll get lucky and get laid while having a big laugh at your expense?"
Or did he mean "I'll tell you this to make you feel better because, even though it's not completely true, you don't repulse me, and if we do end up having sex, I'll just make sure all the lights are off."
"Look, Allie, I didn't mean to freak you out or anything," Harry said. "I mean, by saying what I said back in the car . . ."
Alessandra realized that she had blindly followed him and they were standing on one of the lines, waiting to order their daily indigestion. She had been staring sightlessly up at the menu.
"It's just . . . You wanted honesty," he continued, "and I . . ." He shrugged. "I took it a little too far, as usual. Some things probably just shouldn't be said."
"I don't know how to do this," Alessandra admitted. "Talking to men was easy when I was beautiful. But now . . ."
Harry was looking at her, studying her very naked, very plain face, his dark brown eyes so intense. It was as if the crowd around them had ceased to exist, as if they were the only two people standing in that fast-food lobby. He touched her hair, pushing a limp lock back behind her ear.
Suzanne Brockmann

Gentlemen are a dying breed.
Do your part to help out by supporting them sexually. ~ Alessandra Torre

Her smiles were blood in the water, his demise the closely lurking shark. ~ Alessandra Torre

Maybe one day I'll read something that helps to explain it, something that offers some justifiable reason for my insanity's existence. ~ Alessandra Torre

I need to know how many men ... " I glanced at the door. "How many men Brant has ... " I tried to find the right word to use in this public setting. " ... been in contact with. If Lee is the only one. What the possibilities are for more. ~ Alessandra Torre

It was a special kind of hell: to be so close to him and know he could never have him. ~ Alessandra Hazard

I have imagined him in my mind for so long, my imagination creating a monster of grotesque features and proportions. But standing before me, his head tilted and eyes sharp, is just a man. Slightly balding, twenty pounds too heavy, whose mouth is turning into a sneer. Whose eyes are narrowing, stance strong, the combined effect sinister. This man, this balding thick man, has whispered in my ear, poured out the disgusting thoughts in his soul, showed me the dark evil in his heart. And now he is stepping closer, the excitement radiating from his body like a foul smell.
He thinks I am weak. He thinks he can manipulate me and subdue me. Kill me. He has no idea that my small frame and delicate features contain an evil that rivals his own. I finger the knife in my pocket and fight to keep a grin off my face.
This is it. This is my time. ~ Alessandra Torre

Her eyes met his, and he smiled, the Cole Masten smile that unlocked every door. She didn't smile back. Shit. Everything was falling to hell, including his smile. He made a mental note to have Justin - to have someone - make him a dentist appointment. To practice in the mirror this evening and make sure that everything was working right. Maybe it was her. Maybe she was gay. ~ Alessandra Torre

Bollocks," Ryan said. "I've seen you draw. You're very good, especially at drawing portraits."

James almost laughed. He wasn't all that good at drawing portraits. He was good at drawing Ryan. ~ Alessandra Hazard

When you really love someone, you cannot walk away. No matter what they do. No matter the lies from their mouth, or the actions from their bodies, you tie yourself tightly to their sail and vow to be there through thick and thin. Let the wind blow you where it may. Even if that place is a crash. Even if that place tears you apart and kills anything good. ~ Alessandra Torre

It's made me more relaxed about life. I take each day as it comes. Try to enjoy myself. I don't hang with people who bring me down, don't hold on to things that don't make me happy. ~ Alessandra Torre

I gave him that watch, back when I spent weekends with Daddy's AMEX in my wallet and eight inches of Vic in my hand. ~ Alessandra Torre

Either this guy's one in a million or you're a psychotic bitch.
Torre, Alessandra (2014-08-24). Black Lies (Kindle Locations 1787-1788). Alessandra Torre. Kindle Edition. ~ Alessandra Torre

But this is the first time I've been attracted to a patron. I don't know if it's the mystery, the money, the perfect features, or the cock, but I want him. ~ Alessandra Torre

I love everybody that I work with, and we have so much fun. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

You're not a good one, mind you. Your technique needs work. You're overeager." Ryan smirked a little. "I get it - who wouldn't be overeager to kiss me?"

Finally, he got the reaction he wanted: Jamie rolled his eyes, though his face was still red from embarrassment. "Fuck off."

Still smirking lazily, Ryan leaned back against the couch, stretching his arm along the back. "Is that how you talk to your best mate who's about to offer you to practice on him?"

Jamie blinked a few times, looking adorably bewildered. "You're joking."

Ryan met his gaze steadily. "Nope. I promise not to laugh at you and just tell you if you're doing something wrong."

Jamie just stared at him.

"Hurry up before I change my mind," Ryan said. ~ Alessandra Hazard

I've been tiny since I was four, and I eat whatever I want. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

I loved this man back. Done. My heart was officially toast. When the kiss ended, I told him as much, his mouth taking mine with a final touch that celebrated the occasion. ~ Alessandra Torre

True love makes a person reckless, makes them take risks and make sacrifices. True love tests the boundaries of our person, makes us yearn to be better and fight for the ground we stand on. I will fight for this love. Lie for it. Steal for it. It's worthy of that. ~ Alessandra Torre

Paul loves me with unconditional warmth, his affection public and obvious, his arms pulling me into him, his mouth littering my body with frequent kisses. ~ Alessandra Torre

I've been told to stay away from someone before. It made me chase her down like she was a wounded gazelle. Now, she ended up being my soulmate." Brad sat back in his chair. ~ Alessandra Torre

When I arched against him, his eyes drank it in, eager and greedy, and if I could bottle up that moment, I would never have to wonder if he found me attractive. I could open it and sip it, a bit at a time, and be satisfied my whole life. ~ Alessandra Torre

That's the problem with beautiful men. They don't know their impact; they don't realize how a casually tossed out thought can be devoured, obsessed over, life-changing. ~ Alessandra Torre

Love has its own timeline, Tyler. Remember that. ~ Alessandra Torre

Life is a series of stupid decisions interrupted by luck. ~ Alessandra Torre

Gabriel's throat closed up.
The wind howled; the snowstorm was still raging outside.
He sat on the couch next to Jared and put his head on his shoulder. He breathed in, letting Jared's familiar scent wash over him. It was usually enough to calm him, but this time, the fear in the pit of his stomach only worsened.
He would lose Jared. Sooner or later, Jared would decide he couldn't do it anymore. He would leave him.
Gabriel burrowed deeper into Jared's side, wrapping his arm around his waist. ~ Alessandra Hazard

3. Don't kill anyone. ~ Alessandra Torre

I want the attention, I love the attention. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio

Something inside of him twisted in an ugly manner. The girl had a damn movie star on her front porch and had looked away. ~ Alessandra Torre

I would once again be an outsider, my nose pressed against the glass, watching the ball with no ticket to attend. ~ Alessandra Torre

I want you to be happy. I want to do my job so that you can move past this divorce and have a chance at normality. ~ Alessandra Torre

I came to a sudden stop when my eyes met Jillian's. ~ Alessandra Torre

We love them for their unique abique ability to tug at soul, to connect to us in a way that no other person can. Love is unexplainable, unpredictable, and often unreasonable. It doesn't make sense, and doesn't care to explain to us its thought process. ~ Alessandra Torre

The fucked up part is, I get off on it - on how wrong it is. I get off on fucking your mouth because it feels wrong to dirty you up, and because - because there's a part of me that wants to own you. ~ Alessandra Hazard

The guys are off today," I said tartly. "Why don't you run along to the Gap and let me work? ~ Alessandra Torre

Ryan is straight," James said.

"Everyone's straight until they're not," Tristan said, looking bored. "Zach isn't exactly gay, either. Attraction is either there or not, and labels have little to do with it. ~ Alessandra Hazard

How does someone keep a chicken inside a fence? I had closed my eyes at that one, picturing Cocky running off into the cotton fields, and me, standing at the edge of the fence, hollering the rooster's name like a crazy woman. ~ Alessandra Torre

But I don't like him," Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. "Don't like how he looks at you."
"How he looks at me?" Shawn repeated.
"Like Bee looks at a pancake. ~ Alessandra Hazard

- What is it called when one person make a huge mistake? - he called out, opening the driver's door to the Taurus.
- Easy - she said, pushing off the post and stepping to the front door. - That's called life. ~ Alessandra Torre