Jenny Lyn Quotes & Sayings

Her brother really was devastatingly handsome in a disheveled, wise-ass sort of way. Females followed him around like he was the Pied Piper of sex. Sydney constantly cautioned him about his choice in women and using protection. After all, he came from wealth. That made him ripe pickings to be some money hungry girl's sugar daddy. Especially since he went through those women like toilet paper. — Jenny Lyn

She's a big girl, Syd, and Deke is not an ogre. He doesn't eat little pixies for breakfast and pick his teeth with their bones. — Jenny Lyn

What is the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich, exactly?" Tess asked, pursing her lips. Erin knew it was her attempt at making light of a heavy situation.
"You know, just the right amount of jelly where it doesn't squish out when you bite into it. Not so much peanut butter that you get all goopy-mouthed. Making the perfect PBJ is an art form. And it has to be fresh white bread, and the best grape jelly and creamy peanut butter on the market. No exceptions."
Tess bobbed her head. "Ah, yes. The dreaded goopy mouth. — Jenny Lyn

Erin's throat closed up a little. "We slept together after knowing each other for three hours," she whispered.
"Why are you whispering? There's no one here but us."
"Because it sounds much tawdrier when I say it out loud."
"Tawdrier?" He clapped his hand over his mouth to try to stifle a laugh.
Erin punched him in the arm. "It's a high-dollar word for sleazy. — Jenny Lyn

You don't like my restaurant, Miss Connor?"
"I couldn't say since the waiting list to get in is six months long."
One side of his mouth curved up. "This is true."
His finger lingered, and I tried to swallow the nervous lump in my throat. "I think you can call me by my first name now, seeing as how you're touching my boob. That puts us a little past formality, don't you think? — Jenny Lyn

The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you," he'd said from directly behind me. He had a way of doing that, catching me in the act. I suppose the number of times I screwed up made me an easy mark.
My spine straightened at the scolding, but my mouth did what it knew best. "Well, that's just a waste of perfectly good bourbon if you ask me. — Jenny Lyn