Quotes from Erin McCarthy

I mean, it's okay if you're the one with the low sex drive. We'll just have to adjust and learn to accommodate that.

Suzanne had totally forgotten about their court date since she'd been a little busy having tons of condom-free sex with Ryder, planning Nikki's wedding, and forming a placenta.

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.

A movie playing on the TV screen in front of us. Some sort of bad Tom Cruise drama. I've never liked Tom Cruise. He always reminded me of someone's creepy cousin, who smiles too big before he touches your butt and whispers something gross in your ear with hot whiskey breath.

He was really having a hard time with this. He was not a seductive kind of guy, and if he tried to be sexy, he was going to sound like Romeo, the porn version.

But there was something about Diesel... it started with his name and ended with his butt.

It was like watching two unicorns fucking, he told her. All glitter and jizz.

A friend is by definition an unpaid therapist.

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit... Suzanne

When she quieted the jet engine buzz of worries assaulting her brain, when she stopped thinking altogether and just felt, she knew this was right. Feeling the silence of peace and conviction was so foreign to her she wasn't even sure what to do with it.

If this were a musical, this would signal the start of a dance number. Angry girls sexy danse in unison around the bull pen. Men stride up and grab a partner to a choreographed tango. Nolan held his hand out. Give me your man card. You have never sounded more like a girl than right now.

He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes.

Feeling downright giddy, which must be the lack of blood, Ethan flung his arm over his face and winced. Doubled over. What? What is it! Are you bleeding again? Alexis reached for him. He dropped his arm and smiled. No. It's just that I was momentarily blinded by your beauty. Her jaw dropped and she slapped his arm. Idiot. But as he laughed, he saw her struggle not to grin.

Diesel better have a big dick, that's all she was saying.

If she had learned anything twenty-five years, it was that money wasn't worth much if you didn't have anyone to share it with.

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

Imogen looked at Ty, at the one man who could halt her stone-cold logic and make her just feel.... She needed that, to be caught off guard, to learn to trust her first gut reaction to her emotions. There had been no hesitation on her part - he had asked and her heart had sung out a big fat yes.

Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them. I love you. One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark.

But I figured every girl on the planet had found herself wishing she had a free pass inside a man's mind at one point or another. Maybe it was self-preservation that we didn't have such powers. It might be holy-crap creepy in there.

Twenty-five? Shawn squawked, horrified. Good Lord, he's a fetus!

What are you looking at? The woman I love. With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.

Laurel watched his lips intently as he spoke. He thought it was pretty amazing that she knew what he was saying just from reading his lips. But it also meant a lot of times her eyes were on his mouth, not meeting his gaze. Which gave him the sneaky ability to watch her more closely than he could anyone else, without her thinking he was staring.

I'm not backing down until you talk to me. What? I asked, cupping my hand to my ear. I can't hear you over the flapping sound of my loose vagina. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed. Is that what that noise is? he asked. I thought it was the air conditioner.

Amanda meant to move, but somehow her feet didn't do anything. They were like Quebec, determined to be independent.