Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

What?" Sammy Ray yelled back. It was like the Smith family had only one volume level.

Ronnie offered, "I don't want my life to pass me by." Filling Ronnie's glass again, Sissy promised, "It won't." "It's already started. It's whizzing by like a freight train.

Okay then." She nodded. "Then let's do this." "Now before we start, there is one thing you always need to keep in mind during this process." "What?" "That everyone, at some point in their life, wants to fly. And soon you'll actually be doing it." "Which means . . . what? Exactly." "That you're better than everyone else.

Back then, they'd liked their cars the way they'd liked their men. Big, powerful, and mean.

I hate her." "Yes. I know. In fact, I think the entire universe knows.

He didn't expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore's erotica section he'd followed her to. Luckily he had fast hands and caught her before her head could make contact with the Kama Sutra.

Mitch was looking really good these days. Healthier. Stronger. Happier…except at this moment. He looked unusually cranky.

No. Not for saving my life. Besides, that's in your canine DNA. Like a St. Bernard." "A whirlwind of deadly blows," she reminded him.

Stevie could go from zero to hysterical in six seconds. She was the Ferrari of panic.

Like all the Van Holtz males, Ric was tall, well-built with a slightly overdeveloped diver's body, and handsome. Yet handsome was only the first stop on the beauty train for Ric, who managed to head all the way into the station for The Land of Gorgeous.

I have iced tea, dear. Or beer?" "Maybe a saucer of milk?" Gwen and Alla looked over at Lock and he immediately pointed at his father. "It was him," he lied.

Your sense of humor is not for everyone, but I have to say it's growing on me. Like an out-of-control fungus.

Fuck," Livy said as she buried her face in her hands. "What? What's wrong?" She looked at him. Actually, it was more of a scowl. She scowled at him. "I'm in love with you," Livy snapped. "And it's your fucking fault." "Uh...sorry?" "Oh, shut up." "Well . . . if it makes you feel better, I'm in love with you, too." "As a matter of fact, it doesn't make me feel better.

Okay. Fine." Angelina was silent. For about fifteen seconds. "But you do know that a vibrator can't really be your boyfriend." Miki dropped her head into her hands. "I will not discuss Mr. Happy with the likes of you." Angelina sighed. "I find the fact that you named your vibrator disturbing on so many levels." "Best relationship I've ever had.

And all Jess knew about Gwen was that she threatened Brendon Shaw's cranky sister with acid during the wedding. Not that Jess blamed her or anything, because Marissa Shaw could be a real bitch, but Lock deserved a lovely sow who loved him, pampered him, and understood his obsession with honey.

I'm merely pointing out that the gene that controls intelligence skipped a generation in the Van Holtz household.

Now how about waffles for breakfast? Or is too late for breakfast?" Mitch rested back in his chair. "Maybe too late for breakfast, but it's never too late for waffles.

Even when things went out of control, his kisses never seemed brutal or vicious. Just…determined. The bastard.

He is a pimple on the cock of humanity

Did you see that?" "See what?" And he couldn't keep his voice from breaking as tires squealed. "Boot sale at Marlands. We are so going back there

Brendon's big hands slid under her skirt and took hold of the plain white cotton panties she had to dig through her entire suitcase to find.

And a little duct tape on the gunshot wounds will stop the bleeding." "You're not a headlight on an old Chevy," Berg told her.

That won't happen," Blayne's hybrid said, and shifted. Shifted into something only Blayne could truly love. Yep. I'm gonna have freak grandkids.

Well, you can take your cellar of death where you keep all the bodies of the women you've slaughtered over the years and go to hell. Because this target, which you probably refer to as *it' in your head to keep me as merely an object, is not going down without a fight!