Quotes from Lauren Dane

But first he was going to eat her until he made her come really,really hard.He leaned in close and breathed her in.Then he licked.So.Fucking.Good.

I don't have poetry like you do. I only know that I love how my sheets smell after you've been in my bed.

Andrew, you are aware that no one should be that shade of orange unless they're an Oompa-Loompa,right?

Love isn't enough so you have to work your tail off to make up that last twenty percent. Don't rely on love, rely on your head and your heart and the knowledge that working and being in love is way better than slacking off and having it all fall apart later.

You still smell like the best thing I've ever tasted.

This is the hill you want to die on? Really? A we-can-be-just-friends speech?

A mad killer or anything, darling. If you're going to insult our neighbor, let's use proper grammar to do so." Brody

This right here is one of those relationship things. Your shit got mixed up with her shit and it all blew up like a shit bomb.

The first time he'd laid eyes on Renee's sister he'd been hooked. Hooked on her scent. The sound of her voice. Her prickly demeanor. Oh how he loved that she could be so bitchy. She was a woman who would brook no bullshit, though he had the feeling she hadn't always been so.

Do you feel like he sees all your cracks and breaks and accepts them? Because that's what you should demand. You're worth that sort of understanding. You get to move on. You have every right to do that.

Between the inked-up, rough-and-tumble Mick and Adam, the debonair dom, she was totally screwed. But like, in a good way. This sort of thing they made together was a sort of magic, and there was nothing she could do but love it as much as she loved them.

May I ask you a personal question?" "Of course," his father said. "Though if it's how to manage a woman like Rowan, I have no advice. You've met your mother. Women like them do whatever they like and men like us hold on and enjoy the ride." Goddess wasn't that the truth.

That bitch is like the fucking clap. You think you've killed her but she pops back up to ruin your day over and over. Except Vampires can't contract social diseases. So she's worse.

I don't think you're a monster for wanting your life to be filled with people who are positive forces within it. You get to want love and respect. You deserve to be able to set limits. You deserve to be loved.

The moral of the story isn't don't ever be afraid. Or even don't screw up. It's that screwing up isn't the end of the world.

Who else but you shelters guys like me and Adam from the storms of our lives? Angels are warriors, you know.

They don't like you because they can't own you. You're not after all the things they think are important.

She doesn't get mad enough. She holds it in and lets it eat away at her heart. Puts everyone and everything else first. If she's mad, she can let go of whatever the fuck it is she's been pretending away.

I definitely think there are times -- setbacks -- where it's dark while you're going through it, but eventually you figure out why you had to survive that dark time.

This was happy in a way she hadn't felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn't even realized how starved she'd been for this. Not just sex, but zing. That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

You're ballsy, Nats. Jeez." "Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there." He sputtered and then laughed and laughed. "We need to think of another term, though. Vagina up? No. I'll think about it and get back to you. So did he agree, then? To sell you the guitar, I mean?

It's not like they could have done it if he'd been following his dick around like it found him water." "A dowsing dick?" Audra asked.

You're ballsy, Nats. Jeez." "Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.

She twisted her fingers and ordered her hormones to knock it off. For all the good that did. They were doing a conga line and had two kegs tapped.