Quotes from Roxanne St. Claire

I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?' "Cherry slurpe." He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me." "See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy." "Vivi, you're thrity-one years old." "Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.

they were looking for housekeepers and cooks, and I was dying to get out of Australia and see the rest of the world. It's a Sagittarius thing, you know. We just move on and on, like tumbleweeds.

I don't want to fear life—I want to live it.

Money doesn't make you happy, Mom insists, whipping carrots and lettuce out of the cart. Money doesn't make you laugh when you're lonely, or make you full of contentment on Christmas morning.

Do you have everything you need? No. She needed blinders to keep from staring at him, and a box of tissue to wipe the drool. Throw in some steel armour for her heart and a fail-safe chastity belt, and then she'd be good to go.

Once a year, take her somewhere she's never been. Once a month, do something new that melts her in the sack. Once a week, stop everything and just listen to her. Once a day, catch her doing one thing you love. Once an hour, kiss her on the mouth. And every minute of every day, be grateful that you got her.

He gives me that hint of a half smile tempered with those smoky eyes, a look that's probably stolen virginities, broken hearts, and inspired a few bad poems.

He brushes my cheek, wiping a tear. From the soul or whatever indefinable part of you makes you Annie. I like that part. The pad of his thumb circles my cheekbone, and I can't take my eyes off his.

Nihil Relinquere et Nihil Vestigi. It says 'to leave nothing behind and no trace.

She managed to clear her throat. I'm sure this is impossible for you to comprehend, Deuce, but somehow, some way, without formal therapy or controlled substances, every single resident in the town of Rockingham, Massachusetts, has managed to survive your long absence. Every. Single. One.

Special Assistant Agent in Charge Lang. He nearly smiled at the title she knew she'd botched again. Just 'Mr Lang' is fine.

Great, Yoda wrote the directions.

Deep, dark secrets always hurt to share. That's why we keep them in the deep dark.

Yes you are pretty, and when you pictured perfect, you came damn close, but the part of you I like the most is inside.

EX UMBRA IN SOLEM 'From shade to sunlight

Because Lang was her fantasy on steroids and she wanted him. Bad.

Hey what's your name Candi. She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. Candi Woodward. I'm Ayla Monroe. She laughs uneasily. I know. Out, Candi Cane, Jane orders.

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as bad as those other two." Gabe dug into his pocket. "Jeez…" She scowled at him, rocking her large frame in his direction. "Careful, Mr. Gabriel. My Lord

I don't want to fear life -- I want to live it.

For the first time in my life, I understand the meaning of the word swoon. And I don't like it. Swooning is dangerous, helpless, and it doesn't feel so great.

Sumo vestri proeliis.

He'd taken out one of them with well-placed elbow strikes and got another guy in a leg lock that probably wrecked the son of a bitch's knee for life, but Alec had no finesse with that last moron. He just slammed that fucker's head on the concrete and grounded-and-pounded with all he had. Might have killed him. Wouldn't

I don't really hate my mother. But I loathe that haunted, sad, scared, pained look that turns Libby Summerall's gray eyes into two burned-out pieces of charcoal.