Jessica Scott Quotes & Sayings

This borders on mutiny," Marshall growled.
"Do you know how to spell mutiny?" This from Teague behind him. — Jessica Scott

I swear, one range fire and you've turned into a timid little baby kitten afraid of his own shadow."
Reza swore under his breath, wishing Emily wasn't standing right there watching Teague show his ass - figuratively, of course. He wondered how long it would be before Teague tried to hit on her.
The thought made Reza's spine stiffen as he glanced over at her.
Emily raised both eyebrows, her lips twitching. "Range fire?"
Heat crawled up Reza's neck, along with a strong desire to throttle Ben Teague. "I may or may not have been involved in an accident involving a small fire here at Fort Hood."
"Ha," Teague snorted and grabbed his helmet. "He burned down three hundred acres of training area last year."
"It was an accident," Reza snarled. — Jessica Scott

She said nothing, refusing to meet his gaze. After a long moment, he released her.
"So that's the way it is, then." His words were not a question. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving her cold to the bone, hollowed out and empty. Leaving her alone. Just like always. — Jessica Scott

Seeing how I've held your penis in my hand, I think that puts you firmly in the not a stranger category. — Jessica Scott

I miss your cock when it's not around. And the rest of you isn't half bad, either — Jessica Scott

He reached for her, slipping his fingers into the front pocket of her pants and tugging her between his thighs where he rested against the bike. "It'll be fun. You've never ridden until you've ridden with me."
"I've ridden you before."
He coughed and choked on a laugh. "Well played," he said, his voice thick. He sucked on her bottom lip. Just a tiny tug. A hint of things to come. "You ready?"
"Where are you taking me?"
"I'm going to abscond with you to the wilds of central Texas and have my way with you in the mesquite brush. — Jessica Scott

Let's get something straight, shall we? My name is Beth, and I'm going to tutor you in business stats. We are not going to be friends or fuck buddies or anything else you might think of. I'm not 'Kitty' or any other pet name. I'm here to get a degree, not a husband. — Jessica Scott

He was a fool.
Claire Montoya was convinced she didn't need anyone. That her way was the only way.
He kept walking.
Because only a fool would want a woman who would never let him in. He could touch her skin, touch her body, but she'd never trust him enough to let him touch her heart. Not the way he wanted. And he couldn't do that. Not with her. Her terms were unacceptable, her barriers too high. — Jessica Scott

Someone told her that shadows were a good thing because it proved the light existed, that it was as real as whatever lurked in the shadows.
But when there was no light, there was nothing to push back the darkness. It just kept coming and coming until it overwhelmed its prey, dragging it down, further from the light. — Jessica Scott

Hello, Captain Obvious. You two have been swiping at each other for so long, I figured it was only a matter of time before you realized that you're just two sides of the same coin. — Jessica Scott

Then the time he had left was going to be spent making his wife laugh. Because try though he might, he couldn't shake the quiet dread that settled in the pit of his stomach that tonight was the last night of normalcy he had on this earth. — Jessica Scott

Teague pushed up against her back.
"Nothing personal," he said against her ear. "But we get stacked close so we can communicate through touch and don't have to talk."
So now not only was she pressed up against Reza's back but she had Teague pressed against hers. She was like an Emily sandwich, squished between two big warriors. She giggled.
Reza looked back over his shoulder. "There's no giggling in the shoot house," he said dryly.
"Sorry. Nerves. — Jessica Scott

Ever ridden a motorcycle?"
She shook her head. She looked at him from beneath her heavy black lashes. "That sounds terrifying."
"You've already been shot at. How bad can a motorcycle be?" He swallowed a powerful surge of lust then leaned in close, his lips near her ear. "I'll make your first ride a good one."
Her lips parted. A slow flush ran up her cheeks. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make something so innocuous sound so erotic?"
He laughed quietly. "Years of practice."
"Really?"
"Not really. I think your mind is just in the gutter. — Jessica Scott

What's on your mind, doc?" he asked as he flashed his ID at the staff duty sergeant.
"Just wondering why the driver didn't make conversation," she said after a moment, following him down the hallway and trying not to feel like she was rushing to keep up.
"We don't take warm showers together, if that's what you're asking."
Emily laughed quietly. "Was that a line from Heartbreak Ridge?"
"You didn't strike me as a war movie kind of girl." Reza stopped short, studying her. "Are you honestly telling me you've watched that movie?"
Heat crept up her neck. "Before I signed up for the army, I needed to know what I was getting myself in for. I watched every war movie I could find."
Reza simply stared at her, his dark eyes glittering. She was sure he was laughing at her. "You know those were Marines in Heartbreak Ridge, right?"
"Of course."
He cracked the barest grin. She supposed it was better than yelling at her, so there was that. — Jessica Scott

You can regret the end of her life forever. Or you can remember her and honor the life she lived. — Jessica Scott

I feel like I should have a formation and make the plantoon sergeants demonstrate how to put a condom on the correct way."

~Evan Loehr — Jessica Scott

It'll be worse than having civilians on the battlefield."
"Marginally. She's had some military training, right?"
It was Reza's turn to frown. He hadn't the slightest clue what military training she had, if any. Maybe she'd just been handed her uniforms and told to report to Fort Hood. Stranger things had happened. "I have no idea," he admitted.
"Well, find out. And make sure she doesn't accidently set off any pyro."
Reza winced at the jab and flipped Evan off. "Very funny. — Jessica Scott

Of course, Iaconelli would be the first man she'd actually thought about that way in a long, long time. A man who looked like he'd rather throttle her than talk to her.
That way? Oh Lord. What was she, twelve? She shuddered and shook off her thoughts. She was no longer the girl who couldn't say the word "penis" without turning fifty shades of red. — Jessica Scott

Your father is going to be quite interested in this little tale. Does he know where you are right now?"
"None of your business, gramps," the kid sneered.
Gale briefly wondered how long the prison sentence would be for throwing a sixteen-year-old walking hard-on down the stairs of his ex-wife's house. — Jessica Scott

What's the first?" "Letting me be there when she was born." "What's wrong, Mommy?" Sam took a step back to see their daughter standing in the doorway. Natalie looked between the two of them. "Are you — Jessica Scott

Go fuck yourself, Teague," Marshall said. "If you were a real infantryman, you'd have already commanded instead of hiding out on the staff."
"Maybe there are limits to how many hairy asses I'll kiss to make major. Feel free to continue for the both of us, though," Teague said. — Jessica Scott

One thing I know for sure is that family is not defined by blood. — Jessica Scott

And that is what we should all strive for. Being able to look in the mirror and love ourselves for who we are and what we've done. — Jessica Scott

This is the second best gift you've ever given me. He wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. A shudder ran through him. She tightened her arms around him. — Jessica Scott

She surrendered then to the pleasure, giving herself over to the power of his touch. Dragging him with her into a sensual haze, reveling in the desire, hiding the strength of her reaction from the man loving her body. Because the truth was that she was no longer in control. Somehow, Evan had wormed his way past her defenses. He'd snuck in and nestled near her heart. And that scared the hell out of her. — Jessica Scott

And then she was there, her face pressed to his neck, her arms tight around him. A shudder rocketed through her. Grief, happiness, sorrow. A thousand emotions ripped through him, tearing at his heart and blocking his throat. He froze for a moment, not really believing that she was there, in his arms. For the first time in months, he was holding his wife. And at that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the missing hand. Not the months he'd spent away. He wrapped his arm around her and held her tight. Breathed in the scent of her hair. Savored the feel of her body against his. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry." And when she crawled into the bed with him, he didn't argue. He held her as best he could and tried not to embarrass himself by crying. — Jessica Scott