Quotes from Amy Lane

Deacon closed his eyes, surrounded by a big sweaty man who was not his mate but who had just done what probably every alpha male in the history of all species anywhere had always dreamed of doing.

For a moment—a lovely moment—Cassidy wasn't just a party to the Christmas fantasy of his childhood, he was the center of it, an active participant, not an observer hiding in the shadows.

If I'm lucky, someday I'll figure a way out of porn and end up with a guy who works at a gas station but doesn't mind my fifty-dozen allergies and big mouth.

I missed you like I'd miss a lung, a kidney, and my right hand.

How resilient did someone have to be to have gone through all of that and still have a laugh that rang through the trees like bells, making them holy?

Mikhail opened his mouth generously, and that was a first, and Shane fell into that sulky mouth like a bird falls into the sky.

Because I'm supposed to be straight. I can't be gay, or stupid, or a failure. I can't. If I'm gay or stupid or a fuck-up, that means she left me and not him!

love you," he said, blowing Reg's mind. "I don't know if any other boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever, has said that, but that's how I feel.

He'd been hiding out in the stables, under a horse blanket, listening to the sound of something breathing. It wasn't so lonely out here, Daddy. I'm sorry I left Mama when she needed me.

and his warm flannel pajamas and the vast, white, icy, aching loneliness waiting in the void left by his shattered heart.

All that… that sweetness, running around without Dusty to keep it safe? For so long! Dustin knew it was irrational, but the thought made him grumpy and foul and close to tears. He'd grown up as quickly as he could, but Quinlan had been waiting for so long.

He's Gecko's little brother. No touchin' the little brother, Mal. That's a rule." "Tell that to Blake Manning," Tevyn said, because Mallory was busy fishing out a strip of T-shirt from the water. "Who's tha'?" "Guy who plays for my favorite band," Tevyn told him, taking his own strip of T-shirt to wash the vinyl now that Mal had stripped the old gauze.

Galen met his eyes levelly, and although his pupils were still a little dilated, he was as stone-cold sober as a stoned man ever got. "We are all a fucking mess. Porn stars don't corner the market on it. They're just brave enough to do it naked, so we see it more often.

There was nothing weak about not liking your coffee to taste like crap.

When you get home, the floodgates will open and the flood will clear the pain and it will be just us, shiny and new, with our hands on each other's skin and our bodies touching so tight we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts. When you get home we can be lovers.

You don't love people at their best, sweetheart. You just love them because you can't help it.

People shouldn't be given up," she said, her voice sinking. "Not if they make you happy." He smiled a little.

It had to be their home. Because Jackson literally had no place else to go, either in his person or in his heart. Scary Monsters, Running Fish JACKSON ARRIVED none too soon.

You can't leave me," he whispered. "It's just that simple. No Deacon, no Crick. I'm not strong like Jeff. I can't just keep going for years and make everybody laugh and not take anything good for myself. I need you.

If you love them and have faith in them, you'll see them at their best every day.

He'd seen interviews—the way Cheever Sanders had looked at Blake Manning had made him yearn for things he'd never voiced to himself before.

Strange things our parents give us that we cannot give away or put on a shelf.

He liked being the guy who looked legit but who fucked with the fuckers

I'll take care of it for now, Jer. But you gotta let me know I'm wanted, right? I killed a man for touching you—you gotta let me know you still want that.