Quotes from Josh Lanyon

Do you really know what catalexis is?" "Not a clue. I heard you mention it once. It stuck in my memory because it sounds like a cross between a Cadillac and a Lexus.

Eyes closed, I murmured, "Are you kissing it better?" "Am I?" "I think so. My lips hurt too.

His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection shoving against the constriction of his jeans. Biological imperative.

Don't say anything against indies. They're very sensitive. One hint of elitism and they'll be organizing a twitcott.

Did he want to put a cock ring on me or did he fear I wanted to put a wedding ring on him?

I thought I was imagining things. I thought my fears were getting the better of me." "That instinct? It's called self-preservation. You're supposed to listen to it.

Law enforcement hardened you. It made you cynical about people. Even people you loved. The people who deserved your unconditional trust.

There was always one person more devoted than the other in a relationship, right?

And that infrequent and devastating smile—and eyes just the color of a Scottish loch at sunset, sort of green-gold, like summer bracken or polished cairngorm.

There are few things in this life more bamboo-under-fingernails than good poetry read aloud badly-unless it is bad poetry read aloud badly.

A wolf cannot outrun its shadow.

The only thing I'm sure of is wherever you are is where I belong.

Jake sapeva di bourbon e dolore. Aprii la bocca alla sua lingua, il suo ruvido velluto che spingeva contro il mio, reclamandomi come io stavo reclamando lui. Quel torrido pomeriggio – le scuri di legno che sbattevano contro il muro, il ronzio delle api fuori dalla finestra, il rumore lontano di un aereo che viaggiava verso luoghi sconosciuti – era solo un altro anello della catena.

Sembrava esserci una strana, dolce continuità in quell'amoreggiare incerto e reverente, eppure, in un certo senso, era come se fosse la prima volta mentre facevamo l'amore tra le rovine dei sogni di Jake. Ed era la prima volta. La prima volta che stavamo insieme senza segreti e restrizioni. Eravamo nudi… in ogni modo possibile.

Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us." "The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said (...) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.

He had one of those British public school accents that make insignificant comments like Would you pass the butter sound as interesting as Fire when ready!

Being alone wasn't nearly as lonely as being with people who didn't love you

West, pull your head out of your easel. Boxner

He had firsthand knowledge of getting punched in the face, and it was an experience he didn't want to repeat.

Well, Hodge, wasn't the brightest candle on the birthday cake.

What the hell were the odds of attracting two stalkers within a year? Was it my aftershave?

Still, the first rule of cohabitation is Thou Shalt Not Diss the Other Dude's Kinfolk.

They will rue the day," Tucker growled.

I've never been able to ascertain exactly what Angus is studying at UCLA. Library Science or Demonology 101?