Carrie Ann Ryan Quotes & Sayings

tingle racing up her spine. "Come — Carrie Ann Ryan

He might be older than hr, but her hormones didn't care. No, they screamed 'fuck yeah, let's ride.' Her nipples tightened and she thanked God she'd worn a bra that morning. Talk about embarrassing if that was the first thing he's see. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Words were far more powerful than most believed. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She really needed to stop reading romantic suspense because now horror stories from authors like Shiloh Walker were on her mind and a little too vivid for what she needed at the moment. — Carrie Ann Ryan

You are grown, Abby, dear. You're amazing. I don't know why you don't see that." "But, that's just it. I do see that. I know I'm amazing and that people should get over the past and see that I'm an adult who likes to dance and not just knit. They need to get over the fact that my parents always fought and don't even know who I am anymore. They need to know that I'm not the goody-goody they think I am. But that's not going to happen in a town where everyone knows the exact brand of tampons I use and when I need to buy them." Jordan curled a lip and shook her head. "That's just sick. You know, that was one part of small-town living I didn't miss." "Yeah, just wait until they make a connection to when you stop buying them. Because believe me, they're watching to see when you and Matt make a mini Cooper." She laughed at her own joke, even as Jordan's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? We just got married. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He didn't move, didn't blink. He didn't seem like a man who heard no too often. Too bad. But he must have found something he liked, because he slowly undid his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt.

She would not drool.

He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Austin had said Morgan was forty years old, but he didn't look it. Nor did he have the body of a twenty-year-old man. Callie didn't want that anyway. His body had aged beautifully and was clearly well cared for. He had some hair on his chest, but not much. The hair on his belly trailed down to beneath his dress pants and Callie did her best not to swallow her tongue.

She persevered.

Barely. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He grinned at her intently before leaning over the counter and running his thumb along her jaw. It took everything inside of her not to lean into that touch. When he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers, she made a little sound that caused Graham to growl.
"Later," he whispered as he pulled back. — Carrie Ann Ryan

They sat down to eat after Honor set the table. He knew she wanted to help in some way, but there was no way he'd let her near the stove. "Stop grinning at me like that," she said after she swallowed her first bite. "Yes, you're an amazing cook, and I love eating your food, but that smile means you're thinking about how I'm not allowed near your stove. It was one time, Jacks. One time." "You burned the pot, Honor. Boiling water. Water, Honor. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Decker grinned, taking the cup and then blowing over it. "What';; you give me for my silence?"

Austin flipped him off. "I won't kick your ass."

"You can try , old man."

"You're getting closer to the big number, too."

Decker grinned. "I'm twenty-nine. You're thirty-eight. Those are two different big numbers, bro. Just saying."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I prefer my bedmates with a little less chest hair. — Carrie Ann Ryan

The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and she shivered. She turned toward the door and blinked once. Twice.

The sexiest man she'd ever seen in her life stood in the doorway.

No, stood wasn't a good word, not with the way his presence filled the shop. Dear Lord, was she panting? His broad shoulders were encased in a suit that had t cost more than her rent, but she didn't care about that. His thick chest tapered into a trim waist and strong thighs. Just the thought of those thighs made her clench her own. He had his hands fisted at his sides, and oh God, those hands. Large, thick and they looked so out of place compared to his classy suit. It looked as if he actually used his hands rather than merely sitting behind a desk as his attire suggested, — Carrie Ann Ryan

Break something on the computer again with those big man hands?"

"Shut up, minion," he teased. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He pulled back, leaving them both breathless, and then tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll follow you to the inn since it's on my way home." She nodded, her lips swollen from his kiss, her eyes a little glazed. "Are you okay to drive?" She smiled then looked down at his dick. "Well, if you can drive with a second stick shift, I think I can make it." He threw his head back and laughed then let her get in her car. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Quinn would do anything for his son.
Including mate the one person he refused to want.
Her. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Amara would never let them go, even if there weren't a bond. That was what she vowed to herself right then. She'd fight for this, fight for them. They were worth it. And with the way they looked at her, she was just starting to figure out that she was worth it, as well. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away.
"Possessive much?" she asked on a laugh.
"Just making sure these hooligans know you're mine."
Her brow rose. "Really? Yours? Talk about caveman."
"I'm a Gallagher, baby, I'm as caveman as they come. — Carrie Ann Ryan

What am I?" she asked ...
"You are mine," he answered roughly, his forehead still on hers. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Jackson opened his eyes as Tyler smiled. "You know broody is in right now," his sheriff brother said with a grin. "Just get some vampire teeth or shift into a wolf and any woman would have you." Jackson growled, and Tyler nodded again. "Yep, Jacks, growl just like that for the ladies, and they'll come right to you. — Carrie Ann Ryan

I don't want you two hurt because of me." ...
"At least try, sweetling. Please." At her slight nod, he did what came natural and lowered his head. She gasped into his mouth, and he pressed his lips to hers. The electric shock between them only pushed him to kiss her deeper ...
"I think I can try if you're going to keep kissing me like that," she finally said, and he grinned. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Not that she'd ever be completely cool when she was around Austin. Oh no, that ship had long since sailed. Sure, she could be the serene, put-together owner of Eden with others, but as soon as she got near the bearded man, she wanted to melt.

Or kneel and lower her gaze. — Carrie Ann Ryan

I sound like a sulky teenager, don't I?" "You're more angsty than Edward Cullen on a sunny day." Their laughter filled the car, releasing the ball of nervousness that churned in her stomach during the ride. No matter what she did, there would be a fight. Resigned, Mel took a deep breath. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He let out a breath. "How old are you?" he asked, fearful of the answer.

"Twenty-five." She gave him a wry smile. "And since you yelled it at Heather, I know you're 'forty fucking years old'."

He would have laughed, but he couldn't breathe. Jesus, he'd known she was young, but hearing her actual age..."That's fifteen years."

"I can do the math, but you know what else? I'm legal. I can drink. I have decent car insurance since I hit the quarter century mark, and I own this house." she paused. "Well the bank owns most of it, but I qualified for a loan and everything since I have decent credit." Her nose wrinkled. "I'm getting off subject. If the age difference truly bothers you, then I will see you at the shop to finish your tattoo. No hard feelings."

He growled softly. Well, something was hard, and it wasn't his feelings. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Just remember to keep an open mind. He really is quite sweet and won't bite. Well only occasionally. And only if you want him to. — Carrie Ann Ryan

What did I say about interrupting?" "You're cute when you're feisty." "I swear to God when men say something so degrading, I just want to slap the hell out of them. You're very, very lucky that I'm here to help you and not to kill you." "So, you're an elf assassin now, are you?" "Oh, peppermint balls! — Carrie Ann Ryan

Get a room!" Maya called from her side and Callie snorted. Trust Maya to break the moment.

Callie turned on her heel and put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me. I have my own little cubby right here." She used her fingers to make a box around her. "That's a room."

Sloane huffed a laugh. "Maybe get one with walls next time if you're going to heat up the shop with just a hello. — Carrie Ann Ryan

All three of them looked at each other then burst out laughing, the tension from the unknown dissolving away. Tears leaked from their eyes as their laughter grew. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Third step, get to know her surroundings so she could get out of there. Or at least try. That's what the heroine always did, right? And they said romance novels never taught anyone anything. She'd prove them wrong. And get the heck out of there. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.
It's okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want. — Carrie Ann Ryan

I can feel you, Willows whispered. Tears fell to down her cheeks, and he kissed her softly on the lips, pouring all his love into that one kiss. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Reed kissed her softly. Live for now. Find your way. We can still be together. Forever. Don't think about the unknown and what could happen when we don't even know what is happening. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He stood up, those long legs of his stretching out his jeans nicely.

Not that she was staring at his jeans. Much. — Carrie Ann Ryan

When we are together, it's just us. No one else."

She swallowed hard, but relaxed at his words. "That's good because I don't share. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Soon their child would start talking and expressing his thoughts. After all, their son was amazing. "You're doing it again," Bay accused with a laugh in her voice. "You're doing that whole rooster thing where you thrust your chest out and show off your son, proving that your p-e-n-i-s can be wielded like the mightiest of swords. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. More licking. Less talking. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She grinned then traced her hands over his back. "I'm going to finish your ink, make you shine, then love you until the day I die."

He smiled back and she fell just that much more in love. "I'll be your everything. Your strength, your canvas, just yours."

Forever. — Carrie Ann Ryan

It wasn't every day that a lion shifter next in line to the throne, dealing with a possible uproar and war in his Pride, found himself a soon-to-be father with a not-so-human potential mate after he'd left her all alone because he'd been forced to hurt her. There weren't any manuals for this sort of thing ... — Carrie Ann Ryan

A sharp and familiar pang pierced his heart, rattled around his ribs, and then settled in his stomach like a rotting, dead weight. He took a swig of his Jack on the rocks, the burn not quite dulling the ache that had haunted him for two decades. God, he missed Anna. Enforcer's Redemption — Carrie Ann Ryan

She was the last lightning-struck without a mate, and therefore, human. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He wouldn't grovel, wouldn't fall to his knees and beg forgiveness. He was the son of the Leo, the King of all lions. He would, one day soon, be the Leo and reign over his people. He couldn't fall for her more than he already had, but he could hope she could see how he felt.
Because if she didn't, he wasn't sure what he would do next. — Carrie Ann Ryan

They'd made love in that lake, near that lake, and around that lake countless times. He still remembered a time where a fish got a little too friendly ... Honor threw her head back and laughed, catching the attention of the diner again. "You're remembering the fish, aren't you?" Jackson rested his face in his hands. "God, that damn fish." "You always get this little line between your brows when you remember that frisky fish." Thankfully, the waitress stopped by and took their order before he had to talk about the fish that knew a little too much about certain parts of his anatomy. — Carrie Ann Ryan

It's okay, Jasper. I, above all, know what you are feeling now. But this will be different. We're stronger now. We will find her. Adam gave him a rough hug before he left the shop. The sound of a car outside signaled the arrival of his brothers. Time to kick ass and find his mate. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Hailey winked, then came over to Callie. "Sit down and tell me what you need."

"A man?" she blurted, then shut her eyes. Damn. Totally not what she meant to say.

Hailey threw her head back and laughed. "It's about time you said that, although I don't know if you need a man so much as to get laid."

The other customer at the counter sputtered his coffee and Callie laughed, turning to him. "She meant that I don't need a man in my life, just an orgasm. I'm not a lesbian. Well, I made out with a couple girls when I was, like, nineteen, but that was just experimenting. It's good to make sure you're sure about what you want, you know?"

The man blushed hard, put money on the counter, and scurried away. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Reed couldn't have agreed more with his wolf. Tonight the three of them would spend the night in the same house. He just hoped they were together in the same bed when they did it. Preferably naked and sweaty with lots of intimate touching. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She'd been the one to push him away this time, yet it hurt just as much as it had before. The door clicked closed behind him, and she gasped out a sob, her body shaking. Why had she said what she'd said? Why had she pushed him away like that?
It made no sense. The only thing she wanted was to wrap her arms around him and never let him go.
And that was why she didn't do it.
Because once she did, she'd never let go. And she wasn't sure she'd survive if she had to watch him leave her again. — Carrie Ann Ryan

The man angered her, made her feel like she wasn't wanted, and yet her damned libido still wanted him.

It was just her dry spell, and he happened to be an oasis in the desert.

A Mirage.

That was it. — Carrie Ann Ryan

I cannot lose you. Don't you get that? You weren't supposed to be mine. I am, and will always be, too dangerous for you, but I'm selfish and want you anyway. Now that I have you, you cannot leave me. I'm not letting you go - and — Carrie Ann Ryan

Must. Be. Stronger. Than. Tequila. Oh, honey, how many times have those words been said? — Carrie Ann Ryan

Yeah? You want to do some other worldly hanky panky? She laughed and almost fell off the couch. "Hanky Panky?" "Don't knock it till you try it — Carrie Ann Ryan

Tyler?" Brayden asked, and Tyler shook his head to clear thoughts that were going way too fast for him. "Sorry, yes, we'll just deal with my issues now," Tyler finally answered. "But, whatever it is that's bothering you, I hope you know I'll help if you need it." "I don't know if I like this new caring-brother thing you're doing." "Hey, I've always been caring, just a bit of an ass at times." "At times?" Brayden smiled. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She's pretty, and she smells nice. — Carrie Ann Ryan

You scared the life out of me."
"Good thing cats have nine lives, then," she teased. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Steady, Legs, I'm not going to bite," he teased. "Well, not unless you ask me to."

Despite herself, she snorted. "Stop calling me Legs." It was insulting...and made her want to dissolve into a puddle at his feet. Damn the man.

"I like the look of your legs, so I;m going to keep doing it. Now, how big are we thinking?"

Big. Thick and long.

Wait, that wasn't what he was asking.

Austin have a deep chuckle. "I can see from your face where your mind went, and yes, big is a good word for it. However, I was talking about your tattoo. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Telling a male lion not to be a lion wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. — Carrie Ann Ryan

What happened? Who do I need to kill? — Carrie Ann Ryan

Bay stood there, red hair curling around her face and the mass tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. Her green eyes were bright with the fear she probably thought she'd hidden so well. ENFORCER'S REDEMPTION — Carrie Ann Ryan

When the pieces fell around him, he'd pick them up.
It was what he was good at, after all.
Restoring what was once lost, what could never be perfectly whole again. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He's lost everything once, and now, he wasn't sure if he had anything left to lose. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He kissed her softly. "I think we both need time to get to know one another before we make love again. I don't want to rush things."
"But mating us so we're connected for all eternity isn't rushing things? — Carrie Ann Ryan

You smell." "Excuse me?" Well, just when she thought the guy was cute. She was gonna kick his ass. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He sat her on the edge of the bed then stood in front of her. When he stripped off his shirt, her jaw dropped.

Dear. God.

Ropes of corded muscles, hard lines of strength, sex, and everything in between covered his body. He had some chest hair, enough to enhance the beauty of his ink, but not too much.

And, sweet baby Jesus, his ink. — Carrie Ann Ryan

I think we're just hitting the age where we're too old to figure out what the hell we want but know we need to find it someway. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Then his mate rolled her eyes and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "I swear boys never grow up, no matter how hard they try." The girls in the group laughed at that, and Bay joined them. Adam cleared his throat but didn't tug Bay close like he'd like to. He had to show that they were strong on their own as well as together while they were training. "That's a bit sexist, don't you think?" he teased. Bay narrowed her eyes a bit more then winked. "Don't get me started on sexism in a werewolf Pack, oh mate of mine. I'll let you off the hook because you happen to be holding the cutest baby in the world. — Carrie Ann Ryan

He might kiss like a damn sex god and rev her engine like no other, but he clearly wasn't for her. — Carrie Ann Ryan

So," Tristan said with an odd grin. "This is my home."
Seth looked at Armara, who blinked at him. "It's ... big," Seth said slowly.
Armara laughed quietly and bumped her should against his arm. "It is that." ...
Tristan snorted and shook his head. "I'd make a joke along the lines of, 'well if you think this is big,'" ...
Nothing like a dick joke to bring people together. — Carrie Ann Ryan

You are my destiny. My path less taken. You are my future. My home. You are my life.

My words are written on my skin, my heart. They're in ink and memories. Love me and let me love you. Be with me until we turn our final page. — Carrie Ann Ryan

No matter what scars you have, Sierra, you'l always be beautiful. No amount of ink or scars will make your skin anything but perfect to me. — Carrie Ann Ryan

First, there will be no kidnapping. I know you're stronger and bigger and have magic and crap, but I'm drawing the line at kidnapping. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Reed kissed the both then stripped down. Hannah whistled and he shook his ass.
"Dude. Never. Do. That. Again." Maddox rubbed his eyes. "I think I'm blind."
Whoops, forgot he was there. Whatever. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Sounds like a plan. Pat, we're going up to the attic. If we don't come out in a couple hours, the boxes ate us." Pat raised a brow and settled Micah against her shoulder as Finn quietly climbed to sit next to her. Again, that slight pain sliced through her at the sight of the now solemn little boy who used to smile with the greatest of ease. "If you're afraid of a little dust, I have no hope for you," Pat teased, and Bay stuck out her tongue like the tough Enforcer mate she was. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She was his world now, and he'd do what he could to protect it. No matter the cost. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She kissed him softly, her eyes closed as her body finally relaxed. "I love you," she whispered. "I'm an idiot."

"Well, yes, but you're adorable when you're an idiot."

She punched him in the shoulder. Hard. "Patronizing much? — Carrie Ann Ryan

I'm a fucking adult. I can eat a cookie before dinner if I want to." Sure, keep telling yourself that. Knowing if his mother had been alive, she would have scolded him, he tiptoed to the airtight container and took out one cookie. Come on, one little frosted cookie wouldn't hurt. He hesitated, and then he grabbed a second cookie in case the first didn't take the edge off. He bit down into the sugary goodness and groaned. Hell, yeah, this is better than sex. He choked on the last bit of cookie and grabbed his beer to wash it down. Fuck, he needed to get laid if a cookie was better than sex. How long had it been? — Carrie Ann Ryan

Austin cupped her face then sighed. "I'm so glad you came into the shop that morning."

"You were an asshole, but I love you anyway."

"Legs, I'm still an asshole, but I love you too. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Tyler had bandaged her burns, and she had soothed his bruises. They hadn't made love, though she knew they'd both wanted to. But sometimes those aches and pains were a little too much to get in the mood. — Carrie Ann Ryan

There were time to drool over a sexy wolf.
Sitting in the middle of a war room disguised as a board meeting was not one of those times. — Carrie Ann Ryan

You know, doing it on the table is quite nice,"Becca added.Lily chiked on her beer.On a table?"really?"Wait. Why did she ask that? Becca raised a brow."Come on,sweet Lily.Don't tell me you"ve never rried it." She blused and shook her head. Was there another way to do it other than with the lights off and missionary? — Carrie Ann Ryan

The wolf inside him prowled and preened, eager to finish the mating and mount to completion. The man wanted to fuck her hard against the wall and then twice more against the counter and bed just because he could — Carrie Ann Ryan

Bay nodded. "I guess he's not going to know if I don't really say what's on my mind." Mel's eyes danced with laughter. "I think that's the thing with most men and women. They need to be told. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Jackson blinked again, almost at a loss for words as he ignored the mini Cooper reference, a term the girls loved and had begun calling their offspring. Having four women all entering the second trimester of their pregnancy at the same time was just about killing the brothers. How the hell had he become part of this? He wasn't married to any of them, and yet now he was the peanut butter bearer. Hell. "Four ... four types of peanut butter?" Jackson asked. "Yes. Four. I'm alone in the house with four pregnant women who all want peanut butter of their own choosing. For the love of God, help me." The panic in his brother's voice made Jackson smile. Matt had the pre-daddy jitters. In fact, all his brothers did. — Carrie Ann Ryan

She wanted this man. Now. Later. More than once. — Carrie Ann Ryan

Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.
"I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing.
"You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move."
He grinned before kissing her. "You say such sweet things. — Carrie Ann Ryan