Quotes from Susan Mallery

Es mejor dejarse tentar por un croissant que por un hombre.

women had one of their get-togethers last night. From what I heard, it was lots of margaritas and ice cream and calling you a bastard. They're all hungover this morning, so I'd stay clear if I were you." He

I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his cheek against her hair. "I'm such a jackass." She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was warm and alive and next to her. Nothing else really mattered. "Jackass seems strong," she murmured. "How about a first-class screwup?" "If you're going to do a job, then do it the best you can." He chuckled low in his throat. "Gee, thanks." "You're welcome.

She still wanted to slap something. Or throw something. The fish offered a tempting target but, before she could figure out who would fly across the room best, she heard the front door open and a man speaking to Tina.

How upset are you?" Phoebe smiled ruefully. "There's a half-pound box of butterscotch squares from See's in my car. I'm also planning to stop by the grocery store on my way home and buy a bottle of wine." "Liquor and sugar. That's pretty bad." "It's as close as I'll come to a life of crime.

The night was still and cool, with no hint of stars above the cloud cover. The forecasted rain had yet to fall, and he was beginning to believe that they were going to get through the cattle drive without some kind of disaster. Even as the thought formed, he made a fist and knocked on the log. No point in tempting fate. Not when there were still two days and plenty of miles between his greenhorns and the safety of the house.

Seconds later he was back, naked and clutching a handful of condoms. "Don't ask," he said when she glanced at them and raised her eyebrows.

News flash, horses poop about fifty pounds of manure a day. That's per horse. Of course cows poop about three times that, so we have it easy by comparison.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Not Riley. Anything but that. After all this time, couldn't her reputation as a young, crazed teenaged stalker be put to rest?

What Duncan didn't realize was that under that tough exterior was a really nice guy, which he wouldn't want to hear anyway. Guys hated to be called nice. But he was. She couldn't turn around without tripping over the proof.

Wilma's favorite is the time you nailed his girlfriend's doors and windows shut so she couldn't get out for their date. That's a good one, but my favorite is the time you laid down right in front of his car right there.

Dear God. Brad the Dragon. I swear, if I ever meet that author, I'm going to strangle him with a Brad the Dragon stuffed animal, wrap him in a Brad the Dragon blanket and throw his body out to sea.

is a gift and we need to accept it with gratitude and a full heart. I

Yup--nothing like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange.

I suppose I'm saying that loving someone should be a positive experience for both parties. That being around the person you love shouldn't make your life worse. That when you're with that person, you are seeking to be better than you would be without him.

Phoebe fastened her seat belt, then gave him a quick glance. Her heart did a one and a half somersault with a half twist at the sight of his profile. He looked good enough to be on a coin.

don't know how to be any other way." Boston smiled unexpectedly. "None of us do. That's the point of life. Haven't you figured that out yet? All of this—" She motioned to her kitchen. "It's a facade to keep the demons at bay. Some of us are better at faking it than others, but we all have our issues.

all the way to her toes...and her soul. Her arms hung at her sides and she curled her fingers into her palms. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to hold him and be held, only it wasn't that simple.

Maya sat with Phoebe and Chase. He didn't linger on that group, because he knew what would happen. His gaze would settle on Phoebe, and he wouldn't want to look away. Not with the firelight making her eyes shine and her skin glow. Not with the sound of her voice easing inside of him and tying him up in knots. She was five kinds of temptation with just enough hell thrown in to make things interesting.

Be here, be here, be here," he muttered as he pawed through everything. Then he grabbed a square packet in triumph. "Got one." She couldn't help smiling. "Only one?" He grinned. "We'll have to be creative after that.

But as he explored her mouth, she felt heat pouring through her.

Did you bring your camera?" Gracie grabbed her trusty Polaroid from under her arm and held it out. Light from the streetlamp glinted off the narrow lens.

Nicole wanted to slap herself. She was supposed to be helping her friend, not making things worse. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm not helping.

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