Sydney Smoke Rugby Series Quotes

If they didn't stop this, she was going to come
embarrassingly quickly.
Possibly even right now.
Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples. ~ Amy Andrews

He'd gone too far. He didn't usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway. ~ Amy Andrews

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn's leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.
Like she was in heat.
Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.
Embarrassing leg-humping avoided - bravo! ~ Amy Andrews

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin
If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she'd be immune to him in any situation? ~ Amy Andrews

Hold on, baby." He slid his hands under her ass before rising to his feet. Harper gave a little squeal as she held tight. "I'm going to make you come so hard you're going to want to name a day of the week after me. ~ Amy Andrews

Stay the night, don't stay the night. I'm not going to read anything into it, okay? If you want to hang out, then I'm around. Your call. I'm not going to boil your pet bunny or tell Facebook you have a small dick, I promise. ~ Amy Andrews

What can I say? Watching you play rugby makes me horny."

His fingers lightly stroked her back. "In that case, I'll get you a season pass. ~ Amy Andrews

The man looked hot in his jersey, sexy as hell in a pair of
jeans and goddamn mouth-watering in nothing but his tan. In a business suit? He looked utterly fuckable. ~ Amy Andrews

I like this skirt. Makes a guy wonder just how to get a girl out of it. ~ Amy Andrews

My name on your lips as you come is the sexiest thing
I've ever heard. ~ Amy Andrews

She couldn't lookaway from the feral lust on his face - the cording of his neck muscles, the tight clamp of his jaw, the baring of his teeth. It fed the heat building in her thighs and buttocks and belly. It
stoked the fever raging out of control between her legs.
She'd never been so freaking turned on in her life. ~ Amy Andrews

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree. ~ Amy Andrews

I want to strip that underwear off you. I want to lay you flat and bury my head between your thighs and stay there until you forget the name of any other man who's ever gone down on you....I want to kiss you until we both can't breathe...I want to push your gorgeous breasts together and thrust my cock
between them until I come all over them....I want to look down and see your mouth around my dick...I want to turn you upside down and inside out with
wanting me. ~ Amy Andrews

You treated me like a fool and you played with my heart, like it was one of your damn footballs. ~ Amy Andrews

Seriously, would you want some strange dude with
a scalpel down near your lady parts?"

She shuddered. "I can think of better uses for a dude
down near my lady parts. ~ Amy Andrews

You're a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women? ~ Amy Andrews

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often. ~ Amy Andrews

Is this okay?"

Dex blinked. Okay? She couldn't have been any more
okay had she been dipped in marshmallow and rolled in coconut. ~ Amy Andrews

So, what...in the meantime, you just..." He glanced at her then back at the road. "Deny yourself?"

Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. "It's okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home."

He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, didn't you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?"

"Not at all." He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. "I'm just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse. ~ Amy Andrews

I'll wash. Looks like brute strength is required."

Matilda wasn't about to argue. Might as well put those ridiculous muscles to good use. "I doubt I could write them into submission somehow."

"No," Tanner agreed, heading to the sink and flicking on the taps, intent on filling the industrial size sink and agitating the water as he squirted in some detergent. "You could, however, write about how I heroically and uncomplainingly scrubbed pots for hours while being witty and charming all at the service of some of the city's less fortunate."

"You want me to add in how woodland animals came in from the alley to befriend you? ~ Amy Andrews

Dexter Blake liked a woman with some junk in her trunk. And the tall, curvy chick on the sidelines was packing a whole lot of booty.

She had one of those itty-bitty waists, too. And her cups floweth'd over.

Staring at her chest was practically a religious experience. ~ Amy Andrews

Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper's heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her work
and she didn't care. ~ Amy Andrews

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels. ~ Amy Andrews

Tiny." Juliet's firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder's immense relief. "Sit."
The damn dog sat and Ryder threw a dark look in Tiny's direction until he realised the dog's head was level with Juliet's chest. No wonder he'd been so eager to obey.
The dog wasn't a flirt. He was a pervert.
"Good puppy," she crooned, cradling his head again, squishing his jowls, Tiny's wet nose smooshed into her breasts.
Fucks sake! The dog was getting more action than he was. ~ Amy Andrews

You've shaped me into this woman I never wanted to be. There are bits of myself I don't even like. ~ Amy Andrews

I tackle guys three times your size for a living. I can handle whatever you throw at me. ~ Amy Andrews

If you think I haven't been fantasising about your mouth around my cock, then you're crazy ~ Amy Andrews

Better than an orgasm? Clearly the woman was having lousy orgasms. ~ Amy Andrews

It's been a long time," he murmured, prowling towards her, drawing to a halt just out of reaching distance.

Not long enough.

Not nearly long enough as the incredible mix of soap, deodorant, and cologne he wore so well had her body responding like he was an original glazed Krispy Kreme.

Still warm from the oven.

Dear God...he did still smell good enough to eat. ~ Amy Andrews

He hadn't struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he'd called out to Jesus when he'd been deep inside her. ~ Amy Andrews

His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way. ~ Amy Andrews

A few weeks later, I'm in a fluorescent-lit classroom in Chelsea awaiting the start of the official Mensa test. I'm sitting next to a guy who's doing a series of elaborate neck stretches, like we're about to engage in a vigorous rugby match. He's neatly laid out four types of gum on his Formica desk: Juicy Fruit, Wrigley Spearmint, Big Red, and Eclipse. I hate this guy. I hope to God he's not a genius. ~ A. J. Jacobs

And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the
world around me faded. The noise, the smoke . . . it was gone. All that mattered
was the taste of his mouth, a mix of cloves and mints. There was a fierceness in his kiss, a desperation . . . and I answered, just as hungry for him. I didn't stop
him when he pulled me closer, so that I almost sat on his lap. I'd never been
wrapped around someone's body like that, and I was shocked at how eagerly
mine responded. His arm went around my waist, pulling me onto him further,
and his other hand slid up the back of my neck, getting entangled in my hair.
Amazingly, the wig stayed on. He took his lips away from my mouth, gently
trailing kisses down to my neck. I tipped my head back, gasping when the
intensity returned to his mouth. There was an animalistic quality that sent shock
waves through the rest of my body. Some Alchemist voice warned me that this
was exactly how a vampire would feed, but I had no fear. Adrian wouldn't hurt
me, and I needed to know just how hard he could kiss me and -
"Oh my God!"
Adrian and I jerked apart as though someone had thrown cold water on us,
though our legs stayed entangled. ~ Richelle Mead

Relationship films are political. If a woman is sitting in a waiting room in an office and a man walks in and sits down, it's a political situation. If he decides to smoke, does he ask her or does he just light up? If he lights up, what does she do? It's politics. ~ Sydney Pollack

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing. ~ Richelle Mead

I jerked my phone out of my pocket and took a sharp left to follow the bold green line. I didn't fail to notice my walking icon had been replaced with a bicycle. Stupid Google. Doesn't have a "Succubus on Steroids" setting.

J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 1198-1199). ~ J.R. Thorn

And that is the beautiful thing about friendship: we can take liberties, we can show our frailer side, we can afford the vast luxury of giving way to our boredom when we are bored, our anger when we are angry, our peckishness when we feel downhearted. ~ Sydney J. Harris

I don't have the memories that she does, and a particular set of lyrics can't open a box inside of me where memories curl out like wisps of smoke. ~ Megan Jacobson

Smoke, drink and never think. ~ Rebecca Wells

I said, I love you, you arrogant arse." She smiled. "I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has. ~ Elizabeth Morgan

Chuckled, referring to the time Markel had used up sixty percent of the system's resources to simulate a series of space battles in real time for one of his war games. Markel flushed. ~ Anne McCaffrey

Smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door ~ Rachel Caine

I wouldn't say I'm lucky, but I do take care of my body. I never drink or smoke, and I get the most out of my body. ~ Terry Vaughn

To try to distill the Bible, which is bursting with life, drama, and tension, to a series of principles would be like trying to reduce a living person to a diagram. ~ Abraham Joshua Heschel

Self-discipline without talent can often achieve astounding results, whereas talent without self-discipline inevitably dooms itself to failure. ~ Sydney J. Harris

My skin burs under Maven's gaze, with the memory of one stolen kiss. It was him who saved me from Evangeline. Cal who saved me from escaping and bringing more pain upon myself. Cal who saved me from conscription. I've been too busy trying to save others to notice how much Cal saves me. How much he loves me. ~ Victoria Aveyard

The good thing of TV movies/books... TV series... audiobooks is that you can choose the genre and you have plenty of choice. ~ Deyth Banger

I believe that when you're making a mix, you're making history. You ransack the vaults, you haul off all the junk you can carry, and you rewire all your ill-gotten loot into something new. You go through an artist's entire career, zero in on that one moment that makes you want to jump and dance and smoke bats and bite the heads off drugs. And then you play that one moment over and over. A mix tape steals these moments from all over the musical cosmos, and splices them into a whole new groove. ~ Rob Sheffield

Oh God, he thought. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say to come in."
"I did."
"But you're only wearing a towel."
"What is it with you guys and towels? It's not like I'm naked. ~ J.L. Sheppard

I think the ambiguity of similarity and difference is very powerful. It's the same scene in different times of year read across the grid, and, of course, different locations reading vertically. But you can get confused and lost in the series. You force the mind, which is always comparing and contrasting, to stumble ... That ambiguity is very powerful. One is getting lost and refinding oneself. ~ David Hockney

I watch an awful lot of television, and I get a little tired of what I see ... We have about six television sets in our house, and it's less expensive for me to do a television series than it is for me to throw them all out. ~ Bill Cosby

But suspense presupposes uncertainty. No matter how nightmarish the situation, real suspense is impossible when we know in advance that the protagonist will prevail (as we would if Woolrich had used series characters) or will be destroyed. This is why, despite his congenital pessimism, Woolrich manages any number of times to squeeze out an upbeat resolution. Precisely because we can never know whether a particular novel or story will be light or dark, allegre or noir, his work remains hauntingly suspenseful.
("Introduction") ~ Francis M. Nevins Jr.

My children give me a great sense of wonder. Just to see them develop into these extraordinary human beings. And a favorite book as a child? Growing up, it was 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe' - I would read the whole C.S. Lewis series out loud to my kids. I was once reading to Zelda, and she said 'don't do any voices. Just read it as yourself.' So I did, I just read it straight, and she said 'that's better.' ~ Robin Williams

Thais looked up from the book. For a moment he considered telling Kathel he didn't really see anything, but knew it would do no good to lie. "The book recognized me." Honesty won out. "Of course it did," Kathel said sarcastically. "Does it want a kiss hello?"
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance ~ Madison Thorne Grey

Wow. This has been such a scorching series. Two hawt alpha males. One southern Texan. A recipe for lot of entertainment. - Jamie Leigh ~ Scarlett Avery

I'd love to do Broadway or the West End. I'm sure doing eight shows a week is gruelling, but I did a lot of stage shows in Sydney and I love performing live. ~ Rebel Wilson

And then came Clinton Cash: The Untold Story of How and Why Foreign Governments and Businesses Helped Make Bill and Hillary Rich, a new book by conservative author Peter Schweizer, which documents a long series of large financial transactions conducted between the Clinton Foundation and supplicants seeking favors from the State Department while she was Secretary of State from 2009-2012. The book, whose author is currently being pilloried as a partisan hack by the usual parade of Clinton's minions but the allegations in which are largely untouched as to their substance and veracity, more or less establishes a pattern of bribe-taking by the Clintons from foreign governments and connected players and marks her as perhaps the most personally corrupt plutocrat ever to seek the office of the presidency. ~ Anonymous

To hold the Gift is to protect the balance in all things and to restore harmony. To hold the Gift is to comfort the mind and spirit, and to heal both heart and body. To hold the Gift is to be a bridge between worlds and to be a bearer of light. ~ Dani Harper

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Polly was finding the song more and more interesting because she thought she was beginning to see the connection between the music and the things that were happening. When a line of dark firs sprang up on a ridge about a hundred yards away she felt that they were connected with a series of deep, prolonged notes which the Lion had sung a second before. And when he burst into a rapid series of lighter notes she was not surprised to see primroses suddenly appearing in every direction. Thus, with an unspeakable thrill, she felt quite certain that all the things were coming (as she said) "out of the Lion's head." When you listened to his song you heard the things he was making up: when you looked round you, you saw them. This was so exciting that she had no time to be afraid. ~ C.S. Lewis

All my unanswered questions are in the smoke and bottles she drew, begging to be burned away. ~ Lauren DeStefano

Sydney is full of the craziest and most talented artists of all kinds. ~ Keiynan Lonsdale

The fire was barely fifteen minutes old. What followed was a series of fatal errors that set the fire free and doomed the city to a fiery death. ~ Jim Murphy

When You smoke herb it reveals you to yourself. All the wickedness you do is revealed by the herb - it's you conscience and gives you an honest picture of yourself. ~ Bob Marley

WHOAAAA. THERE GOES CODY RHOOOOODESSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. What's up, man? ~ John Cena

I'm trying out Theodore Finche, '80s kid, and seeing how he fits.
I fish through my desk for a cigarette, stick it in my mouth, and remember as I'm reaching for my lighter that Theodore Finch, '80s kid, doesn't smoke. God, I hate him, the clean-cut, eager little prick. ~ Jennifer Niven

For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life. ~ Christine Feehan

Don't talk to strangers. Don't do drugs. Don't smoke. Don't drink and drive. Don't have sex. Wear a condom. Wear sunblock. Wear a seat belt. Wear a helmet. If you see something, say something. Just say no. Stop, drop, and roll. Stop, look, and listen. Look both ways before you cross the street ...
Safety is an illusion. Bad things can happen to anyone at any time, whether you follow the rules or not. You can check left, check right, check left again before you step off the curb and into the crosswalk, but that won't stop an anonymous asshole in his shitty pickup from putting you in intensive care ... ~ Megan McCafferty

If there was a Harlem Globetrotters of rugby league, he'd be in it. ~ Brett Morris