Quotes from Amy Lane

Dex was buckets full of awesome—he was allowed to have a redneck family member who wore his ass for a hat.

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

This sadness, this discomfort—this wasn't the judgment of someone who didn't want to join the party. This was the judgment of someone who'd assumed the party wasn't for them.

His mouth was drawn into a little pout, and Rico wondered for the umpteenth time whether this kid dropped out of a basket full of chocolate bunnies from the clouds.

Maybe this party wasn't for Henry, but there might be some guy out there who'd throw him a hell of a happily ever after.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that?

And when they were playing it through a second time, Mackey opened his mouth and blew everybody's minds.

I'm sorry I left you at your dad's." Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he'd been. "That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?" I sighed and turned off

God, it's gorgeous when you do that," he said, his voice choked. "Do what?" Mackey asked, not able to stop staring at him. "Pull music out of the air," Grant

The dogs used after the 9/11 disaster had needed people new to them to pretend to be lost so they could find someone and know that people could be okay.

He didn't have to be a hero anymore, he had his own personal hero to defend him. Wasn't that miracle enough?

Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav's body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav's groan against Mackey's shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey's ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears.

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

All we can do is love this kid. It is literally all we have.

Didn't happen. Won't want this again." He sighed and wrenched himself back. "Yeah, we will," Galen said soberly. John swallowed, legitimately afraid. "I'm a recovering addict—" "And I'm not recovering," Galen said. Those luminous green eyes narrowed and glittered. "Not yet. But I want you. And you need someone. So you need to decide how this is or is not going to happen, because it's an issue.

Hey, Mackey—how's your mom?" "I don't know—how's yours? She was looking okay when I left her this morning!" "I will fucking—" "You will? I'd like to see that. Wait. Nobody would like to see that. Suggest something else." "Oh God—

He put it in reverse and tapped the gas...And was astounded when the thing growled backward like it was stalking a Honda to eat for lunch.

that August in Sacramento tried to kill people with fire and suffocation.

You don't understand. I once worked double shifts at a 7-Eleven so we could give our oldest a toy truck and a pair of pajamas when he was a baby. We can buy our kids presents and not worry about what we're gonna eat for two months. Wow. Oh my God!

Collin heard the garage door open and saw the halo glare of the white lights and kept pumping his hips while saying, "Just shut up, Tommy, and fucking come!" Being the gentleman that he was, he nailed Tommy's prostate and gave him a reach-around. Tommy squealed and came all over his hand, and Collin grunted and poured himself into Tommy.

My father taught me to judge and judge hard and judge mean. And I learned that lesson so well, I judged myself right into a fucking corner." "And then what?" Lance asked. "I gnawed off my own leg to get out of it." Henry let out a broken laugh.

This was why people picked one person forever and ever amen—because that one person mattered more than anyone else. There was no democracy in monogamy, and Cy got that now like he never had before.

Like the first time I saw you," Crick murmured. "Like proof that God exists.