Quotes from Joanna Wylde

How 'bout this? You go ahead and feel guilty about being an accomplice, and I'll go ahead keep doing your dirty work so you don't break a fuckin' nail or something. Then tonight we'll open a bottle of wine and talk about how today made us deel. Maybe eat some chocolate while we're at it, then watch The Notebook together. That work for you?

Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I'd have to go on a killing spree.

That's when it all hit me and I started laughing. I'd just had incredible, indescribable sex with the hottest guy I'd ever met—and I was still a fucking virgin. Jesus. Just like high school. I couldn't give this shit away.

Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.

Someday I'd be classy if it killed me—probably not today, though.

No offence, Em, but us being together is way too dangerous and crazy to risk for just sex. Fuck that. I want do to this right. Are you with me?

Next time I'll rip your dick off," she muttered, eyes narrowing. Okay, so round two was definitely out for now. Noted.

Not like you have anything to lose," Em added, coming up beside us. "Find Buck, then we'll ditch this place. I'm ready for a three-way with Ben and Jerry

Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.

But I never cheated on your mom. Never wanted to. You need a man who feels the same way, and don't stop until you find him.

Babe, I nearly shot Skid in the ass one time because a spider fell on me while I was holding a gun," I finally managed to say. "Those things freak me right the hell out. They got eight fuckin' legs, and that ain't natural. That's some Dr. Seuss shit right there.

Last night was a game changer, so far as I'm concerned. I gave you your space, let you go. But you came back, so now you're fair game. I'm done being the nice guy.

To hell with this slow shit. "You're wearing too much," I said. "Take something off, because otherwise I'm going to start ripping things.

I fuck you, nobody else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.

We've been in a relationship for five years now," Puck said, his voice hard. "It wasn't normal, it wasn't exclusive . . . Hell, I don't know what the fuck it was, but we both know that's the truth. Whatever's between us, it's been there since the first night we met.

I'm in charge here, don't forget it," he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

At least, I think I love you. I've never felt this way before, but I can't imagine caring about anyone more than this. I want to be with you, Emmy. Hell, I offered to let you kick my balls just so you'd feel better. Doesn't that count for something?

Decided it's time to get a new phone, that's all." "What was wrong with the old one?" Ruger asked, his voice mild. "It broke.

Ninety-nine percent of men are okay with following the rules and doing what they're told. We're the other one percent, so we built our own world with our own rules.

Fuck you." Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore—Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral.

I didn't need a man, but if I wanted one I'd take him and use him and then pass him along without a second thought, because I'd become a sophisticated, modern woman if it killed me. Sure. And I would lose ten pounds and age backward, too. Right after I learned to fly my invisible jet.

Puck: Thought you weren't that kind of girl. Becca: What kind of girl? Puck: My kind.

Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. "Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need.