Quotes from Erin McCarthy

Turn the light on so your aim is better, he said mildly. All you did was waste a full beer.

The path of true love never ran smooth. More likely you ran out of gas, blew a tire, and hit the wall before you crossed the finish line.

Just me, rocking the awk.

Pulling his weight back off of her, he nodded over his shoulder. "Show me what's in the bedroom." Though her body leapt in expectation, she tried to play it cool. "Oh, just a dresser, a TV, a dead stuffed deer, and, oh, yeah, a bed." "Forget the deer. Show me how the bed works.

That was a lot of skin for a Tuesday.

I knew that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be eternally grateful for falling down the stairs and knocking myself unconscious. Smartest dumbest thing I'd ever done.

It's just my creepy science mind at work. I was thinking how bizarre it is that a parasite is growing in you and will eventually explode from your body through an extremely narrow opening, and yet you will both survive.

You make me better, you know that? I'm a fucked-up human being, but you make me better. Promise me if I don't make you happy, you'll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy.

Do you understand?" I nodded. He kissed me again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. His lips buried in my neck. "Do you want me?" Nod. "Absolutely." "Then don't be afraid. Don't ever be afraid when you're with me." "I won't," I whispered

It's like strapping toothpicks onto a newborn colt and telling him to walk. Wearing heels is a sport and I don't want to play.

Hello, welcome to Wal-Mart. Amanda lifted up her pink sunglasses to gape at the old guy in the requisite blue vest. - Ohmigod, it's just like the commercial. If a smiling yellow dot bounces toward me, I'm going to freak out.

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

Jess, I've got no business judging anyone. But I can offer you some advice if you don't mind. Sure. Though my palms start to sweat anticipating what he might say. Never ask someone to tell you who you are. You tell them.

What I'm trying to get you to understand is that I get it that you think of women as fitting into two categories--whores and the Madonna. But I'm neither. I'm just Jessica, somewhere in between, and I love you and want you to accept me.

Trust me, I'm looking forward to it. But it's like cramming a whole ice cream cone in my mouth and swallow it whole. What good is that? It's over and done in a second. I want to really taste it, to lick it slowly. I want to savor the ice cream, you know what I'm saying?

Your subservience makes me uncomfortable." That pissed me off. "Then you shouldn't pay people to do things for you. End of story.

The only confession Jolene had ever wrenched from him was that he had cared about her.

Seriously. A cuddle rating. Who came up with that shit? Whoever had, it meant he had to cuddle her like a pro just to prove a point.

Right." Oh my God, I was already lost. Wait. I had never been found. "But

Harley studied his erection, lightly running her fingers over the smooth skin. His cock jumped at her touch. It was a pretty penis, she had to say. Good length, pleasing circumference. Not too big, not too small... the Goldilocks of cocks. Just right.

I love you," he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. "I love you, too.

It wasn't satisfying to be the one to leave. But it was a lot better than being the one who was left.

Whereas Eloise gravitated toward retro granny chic and was pulled together on a daily basis, I either looked like a high school student who had just rolled out of bed, thrown on leggings, and gone to class, or a full-blown escort. There was no in-between.

No. Just stating facts. You and me? Inevitable.