Quotes from Amy Lane

Davy's boyfriend—husband, dammit, husband!—had a niece who they cared for. Henry had forgotten about that until he'd walked up onto their porch, and suddenly he couldn't decide who was dirtier, his brother for coming out to the family and walking away or Henry for getting kicked off the farm and dragging all his problems with him.

You live. Whether I'm out there or not, you live. Because leaving you is going to be like ripping my arms off, and my lungs, and all the other things, and the only thing keeping me from bleeding out is going to be knowing you're okay. So you find a purpose, you start school, you fall in love again, but you live!

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,

He jerked upright, moved his swollen ankle injudiciously, and let out a sound like Snoopy getting hit in the balls. "Alggghhh….

No man in the history of ever has turned down a blowjob," he gritted.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

You're…." He bit his lip then, and a look of sorrow crossed his face. "What?" But Kelly knew. His mother never said it, but the portrait was still up in the living room. "You look more like your dad every day.

Clay was like patient zero of Dane's happiness virus. Dane needed to catch him.

It's hard to look for another man when your sky turns black and the world has crumbled up and turned to powder. I don't have a spare heart in my pocket in case you don't learn to duck and I lose you. You have to have faith in the world to love, Jackson. You are my faith. Don't take my faith away from me.

but Mason finally realized that he'd met someone who saw life in the same terms Mason always had: how best to care for and feed that strange animal that had been born between his legs. "You're so clever," Terry said in admiration. Dane showed up right then with clothes, which Terry said thank you for before disappearing into the bathroom.

You still taking dance classes?" "No, Aiden. Mama said it's like teaching a cow to sing the blues. No one wants to see it, no one wants to hear it, and it's embarrassing to the cow.

Yeah, well, the one thing I've learned this past year? It's that worry means love.

We want you here in thirty years, asshole!" had been Jon's final word on the subject, and Deacon found that he didn't have much fight left in him when it came to being separated from Crick.

It deserves our respect, don't you think? If you don't respect the ocean, or time, or fate, or the big things in the world, you sort of have

or not, he'd just sold his soul to Mackey James for the price of a shower curtain and a bottle of lube.

She drank three giant glasses of Kool-Aid and vodka that night.

I'm not leaving, and I'm not giving up. I think I've finally learned my lesson. Men stay.

No guy wants to come apart in front of his significant other," Ellery snapped. "There are entire books written about the fact that men are socialized to communicate worse than twelve-year-old boys at a sock-hop.

Spending those hours in the dark with only Glen's voice for company had taught Cash more than he ever thought possible about how to deal with pain, about how to keep your soul intact during fear—about what a human being could do with a little bit of confidence in the world around him.

You'd never force me. And you'd never betray me. But I don't know if you could care enough about me to help me deal with all that other stuff. I'm… I'm not going to be okay with the porn right away. Can you deal with it when I'm an asshole about that? Can you help me not hurt you too much?

God… God… don't you see, lubime? Don't you see at all? You are a hero. You're our hero. You're Benny's hero. You're a hero to every poor kid you've ever helped on the streets. You're my hero. You see weird and awkward? I see wonderful. I… I am damaged, God help me. I am damaged and bitchy and a pain in the ass, and you have

Dane sucked in a breath. "Jesus, Carpenter. I was going to be all bitchy and jealous and you had to pull emotional honesty on me. What kind of asshole are you?

Ellery made good on his threat to put on his pajamas—warm flannel, soft as a kitten's ass. Jackson had actually gotten to sleep a couple of nights by petting those damned pajamas.

She was twenty-two, not nearly out of college, and she had a collection of old boyfriends that looked like a reunion from that old show Cops.