Friday, April 19, 2013

A to Z: Quote-tastic!

Ahhh what to do for Q?! I'm thinking some of my favorite quotes will do...

"From who?"
"From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing."
"All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?"
~Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

"You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them.

~Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

"You look beautiful in that dress."
"And yet you're trying to take it off."
"You know that look that Jessica gets when she unwraps one of her truffles?" he asked.
"Like she fell into a pool of chocolate with Keanu Reeves and Hugh Jackman swimming toward her?"
He looked at me, his lips quirking. "Have that fantasy often?"
Heh. Who, me?
"Nope. Why would I, when I have you?"
"Nice Recovery."
~Michele Bardsley, Over My Dead Body

"But the truth is, I want to be some woman's work books, not her high heels."

"Work boots?" What was sexy about that? And did women have work boots?

"Yeah. You know, the boots she pulls out when she wants to get down and dirty, hiking or gardening or boating or painting the kitchen. The ones she relies on and trusts and lives her life hard and good and on her terms in. Her favorites."                   

~Erin McCarthy, Hard and Fast

“Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here." 
Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex." 
"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!" 
Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought. 
Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex." 
"If sex is dignified it's not being done right.”― J.D. RobbIndulgence in Death

“Do you think the penis ever gets tired?"


"Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!”― J.D. RobbFantasy in Death

"Get it through your head: You're here under duress, my duress, and the second I can get you across the river, the better I'll like it." 
"Even if Winkie wants me?" 
"Who the hell is Winkie?" 
In answer, her gaze traveled to his crotch. 
"Woman," Jake roared, beyond insane, "do you have a death wish? Get in that bed, pull the covers over your head, and go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret." 
She went.~Cherry Adair, 

"Turn left at Main Street, you delicious man. Mmm. Nice hands. I loooove how you grip that big...strong...steering wheel."
"That's the voice of your GPS?" I asked Tez. "She sounds like a porn star."
"Jenna Jameson," he admitted. He glanced at me, grinning. Did nothing embarrass the man?
"Jenna who?" I asked primly.
"Jameson," offered Eva from the backseat.
I switched my gaze to her. Had she the ability, I suspected she would blush. She cleared her throat. "What?" she asked. "She writes books, too. Hey, as a librarian I don't judge. First amendment and all that."
"Of course, a stoirin." Lorcan had a manly grin on his face, which matched Tez's.
I rolled my eyes.
"A friend of mine uploaded her voice as a joke," said Tez.
"An' how many accidents have you been in since Jenna's bee givin' the directions?" asked Lorcan.
"Just some near misses."
"Your turn is coming, and if you keep driving like this, I will be, too. Go left, baby. Yeah, just like that. Oh...oh...ooooooh."
I reached toward the dash and pressed the OFF button. The GPS powered down and I glared at Tez. "Just follow the road. It leads straight to the driveway of the mansion. You can't miss it."
~Cross Your Heart, Michelle Bradley

"Why are we here?" 
"I thought it was time I introduced you to one of my favorite things--star gazing." 
"Star gazing? Really? Okay, I'm curious. What are some of your other favorite things? Book clubs? Bird watching? Basket weaving? Scrapbooking?" Maybe if she said something annoying, she could focus on something besides the way his tanned skin glistened in the moonlight; the way his low voice, deep and sensual, sent a ripple through her body. 
"I'm sure those are fine favorite things for some. For me, there's nothing like a cold, cold beer on a hot summer night, and slow dancing in the dark with someone that sends electricity through your body like a hot, sizzling strike of lightning. And then there's kissing." He turned on his side, his fingers intimately trailing down her cheek before he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip until he felt her tremble. "Not much can beat an evening filled with deep, hot kisses." He lay on his back gazing at the stars. "Do you agree?" 
She took a ragged breath and nodded. 
~Deadly Offerings, Alexa Grace
She giggled, startling him. "Your lashes are ridiculously long, did you know that? Do you feel a breeze when you blink?"
~Caleb, Emma Lang

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. 
So where was the cake? The present? The song 
As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…”  
Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief.  
See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”  
He stared at her, and she tensed, and then he burst out laughing, so loud and strong that she giggled. God he was so incredibly sexy when he laughed.  
~Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

“Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt-"
“No.” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it.”
Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on.”
“No.” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.” ― Jill ShalvisSimply Irresistible 

“Boys are like drugs,' her father said, 'just say no.”― Jill ShalvisSimply Irresistible

“Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.” ― Patricia BriggsIron Kissed  (this is actually my bumper sticker)

“What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall," he said hoarsely.
Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. "Me.”― Sabrina JeffriesThe Truth About Lord Stoneville

Ahhh so there are some of my favorite quotes. There are so many more that tickled me but I think I'm good stopping now. So, what are some of your favorite quotes?!

[Bloggers (and others too) if I turned this into a meme like thing would you be interested in joining in? Sharing a favorite quote each week or so from a current read or a past one?]

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