Quotes from Cindy Gerard

Which is your bad shoulder?" His brows knit together. "The left," he said carefully. She slugged him in the right. He staggered. Steadied himself. Grinned. "Is that like some weird Wyoming mating ritual thing I should know about?" "Damn you," she cried, flying into his arms. Finally. "Damn you, damn you, damn you!" He wrapped his arms around her, held her tight. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was such a coward.

Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.

Now let's try that again. Ask my wife nice, and maybe I'll let you sleep in the same bed as your teeth tonight.

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.

Without illusions. I love you because you are fallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheels trying not to be. I love you because of all you are and because of all you're not. And because, no matter what, you are all the man I'll ever need.

I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive.

What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. "Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's." Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.

Hey, Tink," Reed called to his wife. He'd given up on the poker game and was cradling the little pink handle that was Mariah Savage in his arms. "Look how cute she is. I think I want one. S'pose we can stop by Walmart and pick up one just like her.?" Chrystal glanced up from her cards and gave her husband a look. "Three o'clock feedings. Smelly diapers. Responsability." "Oh. Right. I'd have to grow up.

And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen. ~Dallas and Amy~

Okay, I'm guessing you're gonna give us the bad news first because there's no good news?

The man lived like a monk. And made love like a sinner.

He knew he wasn't going anywhere that didn't take him to her.

Marry me, princess. I'll give you my kingdom—small potatoes that it is.

That cowboy had heartbreak written all over him and she'd be damned if she knew why every time he blew into town she ended up naked before he ended up gone. Reed always ended up gone.

Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos." My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo." Yours. Everything I have is yours.

Bipolar and paranoid. Throw in schizophrenic and you've hit the trifecta. They have padded rooms for people like you. Some of them even come with a view.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." —Michel de Montaigne, February 28,1533–September 13, 1592

He wasn't a romantic. Had never thought himself as sentimental. But he wanted this one last kiss. "Well", he said, his voice hoarse and grainy, "we'll always have Peru.

This is so my favorite time of day to make house calls," Mendoza announced from the backseat of Wyatt's SUV as they cruised the Soyopango gangland territory. "Nothing says sneak attack like waltzing in under the cover of the noon-fucking-sun.

There are definite advantages to single beds." "Makes cuddling mandatory.

She'd given it two good years. The problem was, Don had only given it one.

Damn" Johnny muttered watching her go. "It might not be love, but it sure is fun.

I'm not Lois Lane and you are neither Superman nor Clark Kent," she fired back. "It's crazy for you to go anywhere in this condition, and if you had the sense God gave a rock, you'd stay put." Gabe stopped in his tracks. "Did you just compare me to a rock?" She snorted. "I have the utmost respect for rocks. They're hard, they're heavy. They make good paperweights.