Kristen Callihan Quotes & Sayings

I glance back at Drew, who is still
eyeing his phone and being awfully quiet. "Seriously, Baylor, I'm about to
confiscate that thing."
He raises a brow at me, and gives me his old, innocent grin - which I am not
falling for. "You really are a mom, aren't you?"
"As I recall, you played the role of Mom. I was Dad."
"Doesn't that mean we're on a date now? And all I get is this lousy dinner?"
Drew leans his arms on the table. "Where are my flowers?"
"I'll make it up to you with sweet talk later. Now answer the question, Battle.
What the hell is up with the phone?"
As if I've activated it, the damn thing lights up, and Drew glances down. He
fights to hide his smile. "What can I say? I'm totally pussy whipped by my wife to
be. That's right, I'm replacing you with Anna. — Kristen Callihan

Jesus, there's something downright dirty about beards. Fucking naughty. All I can think about now is sex. — Kristen Callihan

Dirt!" she shouted, no longer able to contain her ire. "Of all the gifts I could have received, I am left with dirt. — Kristen Callihan

Christ Almighty, give me strength to let her go, or let me do her right. — Kristen Callihan

Be dragons,'" I read out loud. "Are you the dragon?" The corner of his mouth quirks. His hands rest on my hips, holding on with just enough tension to tell me he isn't quite comfortable with the inspection but is letting me look anyway. "Map makers used to put the saying along the borders, for places where they hadn't yet charted. It's in reference to the unknown, to be mindful of the unexplored. — Kristen Callihan

The whole of my life I have relied on beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But you saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole of me. — Kristen Callihan

If you want only one woman, the rest is just noise. — Kristen Callihan

I used to think that if I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, everything would fall into place. Now," I shrug, "now I'm thinking that happiness is never going to be having the perfect job, house, life. It isn't a destination, you know? It's a series of moments. I mean, isn't that what life is? Moments? The here and now? — Kristen Callihan

I love you. The rest is darkness." Her fingers curled around the smooth swells of his biceps. "Then let me be your light." Archer — Kristen Callihan

Perhaps there are some things we can't let go of, but simply accept as over. — Kristen Callihan

I know he's having fun egging me on. — Kristen Callihan

The bed creaks as he eases closer. And then I feel it.
Oh, fucking hell. Just no. He can't do this to me.
It's big, it's hard, and it's nudging my ass.
We both freeze. Well, Gabriel freezes. His dick? It nudges me again, that blunt head pushing into the small of my back as if to say hello.
"Involuntary reaction," Gabriel says in a strangled voice. "Ignore it."
His hard-on says otherwise.
I swallow with difficulty. "Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it."
He stills, a sound gurgling in his throat. I'm about to apologize for being so crude, when he bursts out laughing. — Kristen Callihan

You don't need me being a third wheel, — Kristen Callihan

But what of the little question of your secret, Lady Archer?"
"Will remain so if you're a pile of ash on my floor. — Kristen Callihan

Babe, if I've learned anything about opportunity, it's that you make it happen. Fear will only hold you back. You can have the world. Just reach for it."
"I don't need the world," she whispers.
"What do you need?" I ask just as softly.
Her hands slide up to my neck, her lips nuzzling my jaw. "You. — Kristen Callihan

I've seen your temper, Master Talent. You haven't been privy to mine." With lazy perusal, [Mary's] gaze took in his heightened color and narrowed eyes. "While you'll be shouting about like a tot who's lost his lolly, I'll be the lash you never saw coming. — Kristen Callihan

Life lesson that sucks? Giving advice is way easier than living your own life. Life lesson that sucks worse? Realizing this after you've severely fucked up. — Kristen Callihan

No one else gets all of me, Cherry. — Kristen Callihan

Punching out an argument is an accepted form of conflict resolution in the man code. It's part of our bylaws. — Kristen Callihan

From flesh to bone to blood of heart, shall we be entwined, never to part. — Kristen Callihan

Just think of me as your friendly neighborhood cuddler." He's quiet again before another question bursts from him. "Are you telling me you'd do this for anyone?" I snuggle down. "No. That you're insanely hot is a huge factor. I get to cop a feel under the guise of civic duty." "Oh, for fuck's sake." A smile pulls at my lips. "Can it with the outrage. I know for a fact that most people would rather snuggle up to a hot dude. If it makes me shallow for admitting that, so be it." He — Kristen Callihan

I find myself wanting to study his lower abdomen, where the muscles are like stepping stones leading the way down to Mr. Happy. — Kristen Callihan

If you want this baby, then we'll learn as we go. If you don't - " He kisses me again. "Then I'll hold your hand every step of the way. — Kristen Callihan

Mr. Alexander Graham Bell claims to have invented [photophone transmitter], though really it was created through a collaborative effort with Mr. Charles Sumner Tainter. In all honesty," she said, "a great inventor needs a healthy amount of conceit. Mr. Bell and, fellow inventor, Mr. Edison would declare they'd created the moon and the tides between them if they could get away with the claim. — Kristen Callihan

It's like she's embarking on a mission of doom. — Kristen Callihan

A fine pickle we are in." "A fine pickle? An Americanism?" "Yes. Ten years there and my language is polluted. — Kristen Callihan

Honey, you could suck the center out of a Tootsie Pop and I'd still say no. Not that I don't appreciate your offer. — Kristen Callihan

Some guys are alpha dogs, snarling and snapping. Dex is more like a silverback gorilla, quietly going about his business until something pisses him off and he gives a warning. — Kristen Callihan

And I think how you see yourself makes you who you are. Your soul doesn't have a title or an occupation. It's just you. The rest of the world can go fuck themselves. — Kristen Callihan

Ouch. Do you mind? This is a silk-wool blend. You'll wrinkle it." "It's about to be shredded." She seethes up at me, eyes shooting sparks. "You just totally threw our business out there." "I told them not to talk about it." Her nose wrinkles. "Which means they'll be talking about it even more." "No, they won't." "Yes, we will," Rye calls. I point at him. "Start practicing your Running Man. — Kristen Callihan

Music can be your friend when you have none, your lover when you're needy. Your rage, your sorrow, your joy, your pain. Your voice when you've lost your own. To be a part of that, to be the soundtrack of someone's life, is a beautiful thing. - Killian James, lead singer and guitarist, Kill John — Kristen Callihan

You ever wonder if who you are is the person you're supposed to be? — Kristen Callihan

GrayG: I feel like I can tell you anything.
IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do.
GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before.
IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first. — Kristen Callihan

She paused as she took in Mrs. Bean's monstrously ugly evening bonnet. "What a wonderful bonnet. That quail looks as though it shall take flight at any moment." And perhaps be shot down by hunters.
Mrs. Bean's eyes narrowed. "It is a dove."
"Oh?" Daisy peered closer. "Yes, it is. My mistake. I'm rather dismal at categorising fowl. Even when it is right before me. — Kristen Callihan

Promise? Ooh, I like that smolder, it's very Flynn Ryder." "You're comparing me to cartoon characters now? — Kristen Callihan

It's my turn to feed him," Gray says without looking up. "So bottled breast
milk it is. He hates it. I know, little dude," he says to the baby. "I love Mommy's
boobs too, but she needs to sleep."
From the far room, a muffled groan rings out. "Mother guilt has killed my
sleep," says Ivy's disembodied voice. "And don't discuss my boobs with my son,
Cupcake. — Kristen Callihan

What the ever-loving knuckle fuck? — Kristen Callihan

Some people never understand the gift they have. And some people wait a lifetime to have someone to love. — Kristen Callihan

You want to know what it made me feel?' My response is sharper than I want it to be but I can't rein it in. 'Empty. Like the world is full of lonely people who don't know what the fuck they're doing with their lives. — Kristen Callihan

I will never laugh at you," he promises fiercely. "Ever. I'm your safe place, Libby. You've got to know that. — Kristen Callihan

For a hot second I actually want to hit him. Did he think it didn't kill me to watch her walk away? I pull in a calming breath. Calm. I'm always calm. "She threw down an argument I had no solution for. — Kristen Callihan

Those who upload this work up on any site without the author's express permission are pirates and have stolen from the author. As such, those persons will likely end up in the level of hell where little devils shove stolen books into said persons' unmentionable places for all eternity. Ye've been warned. — Kristen Callihan

They're looking now. He's at the far side of the hall with a hulking group of football players, and all heads are turned his way. I've always thought Baylor was big and tall, but one of the guys next to him looks like he eats screaming villagers for breakfast. A linebacker, if I had to guess. He even has a beard, full and bushy. Hagrid's younger brother maybe. — Kristen Callihan

Finn, what am I going to do with you?" His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. "Keep me. I'm pretty sure I'm good for no one else. — Kristen Callihan

You think if you sit there, looking petrified and tense, I'll offer a blowjob to distract you from it all."
My humiliation comes to a screeching halt upon hearing the word blowjob. "What?"
"Well, it's not going to happen."
Ignore the cock. Ignore him. He's an idiot. Focus on the problem at hand. "You are deranged. Completely deranged. — Kristen Callihan

And he rises. Up. Up. Up. Yep. Tall as a tree. — Kristen Callihan

I'm not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I'll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side. — Kristen Callihan

With a little hum of pleasure, he strokes my leg, his expression content, his body loose-limbed and lazy. Give the man a blow job and a little unexpected ass play, and he's practically purring. — Kristen Callihan

Beautiful," I croak past the lump in my throat. "You're beautiful." I know with an eerie calm that I'll never see anything or anyone more stunning in my life. Everything has changed. Everything. — Kristen Callihan

Time to go, Cherry. Just ... don't look back, okay? Or I won't be able to let you go. — Kristen Callihan

I know from personal, painful experience that winning doesn't necessarily make a
person the best. Sometimes, it just makes them lucky. — Kristen Callihan

Infernal woman, you nearly gave me an apoplexy. They ought to count you among the ten plagues of Egypt! — Kristen Callihan

Good God, it's like a burly pirate landed in my bed and is waiting for another round of debauchery. — Kristen Callihan

Said he would not turn into me. Wouldn't become a thing destined to be alone. — Kristen Callihan

Baby doll, I could assert my manly dominance, thump my chest, and declare you're mine. But it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I'm not yours in return. — Kristen Callihan

Mary bit her lip. "She is merely saying hello."
Oh, I am, Tottie agreed. I've been wanting to say hello to Mr. Jack for an age, personal-like. Her hand glided over his chest and headed down. Such a fine cocky fella, ye are. Shall we see if it's all just tall tales, then, me lad? — Kristen Callihan

I'm intrigued. If not by beauty, how then does one spot the garden-variety nobleman?"
"Easily," she said. "One need only look for the promise of beauty not quite fulfilled, a nose too large, eyes a bit too closer together, or ears ready to set sail. — Kristen Callihan

You're bloody brilliant, Ranulf."
"Well, yes," Ian said as Win let him go and headed toward the door. "But would you mind telling me what brilliance I imparted this go round? — Kristen Callihan

You know very well." Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. "You get riled up and off you go, throwing that Highland accent about as if to intimidate." She dropped her voice in an imitation of his. "Ye will do as I say or I will take ye overr me knee an' stroop yer backside! — Kristen Callihan

Because he smells fantastic - like warm pears and crisp air. — Kristen Callihan

You're so beautiful to me," he says against my mouth.
I pull back to look him in the eyes. "To you?"
He often says that, and part of me wonders if others have said something contrary to him.
"To me." His fingers trace the curve of my shoulder, brushing a lock of hair over it. "When we're together, it's just you and me. No one else exists. — Kristen Callihan

Oh yeah, I own this like a patronus, baby. — Kristen Callihan

Some people grow up gradually, the foundations of their childhood steadily sinking into the earth so slowly they barely notice the change. Until one day they're simply standing on their own two feet with little idea how they got there. Then there are people whose childhoods are smashed to bits in one blow. They topple into adulthood, flailing about for something to hold onto, and the terror of falling leaves a permanent scar on their psyche. Do those people ever end up feeling safe? — Kristen Callihan

He's so perfectly sculpted he could be an anatomy lesson. — Kristen Callihan

You know what? Fuck it. Here's the truth: I wasn't happy - until I met you."
I literally rock back on my heels, nearly blown away by his candor.
His hands fist as he takes a step closer. "I've been here for nearly two months. I never stay in one place that long. And why do you think I'm still here? The scenery? No. It's you that I don't want to leave. — Kristen Callihan

You know I hate parties. With the passion of a televangelist on Sunday morning. I suck at small talk and mingling. Give me a booth in a bar and a few good friends, and I'm a happy girl. But parties suck. — Kristen Callihan

[Winston]: " ... I never felt everything was completely safe. I think part of me knew I'd gained you through false means."
... "Win," [Poppy] whispered against his mouth, "my heart was always yours, never think otherwise. — Kristen Callihan

All our lives, we're told work hard, strive for more, do all you can to live that life less ordinary. Money, power, fame, everyone wants it. But you get there and suddenly you're supposed to be ashamed, be humble?" He shakes his head. "Fuck that noise. I say live your life on your terms. If someone judges you about material things, that's their problem. — Kristen Callihan

If life has taught me anything it's to appreciate what you've got. Take something for granted and it could be gone before you even realized what you had. — Kristen Callihan

I think you're beautiful," he says softly.
"Beauty fades," I choke out.
"Not when it comes from inside. — Kristen Callihan

sight of the name on the screen. Anna. It grows when I read the text. This message is brought to you by the BCBS [Booty Call Broadcasting System]. If you are back in town, get your wet ass over here. — Kristen Callihan

Winning is a subjective thing, — Kristen Callihan

You're it. My present, my future, my everything. — Kristen Callihan

Anna has confessed to being a night owl, mostly due to staying up reading. — Kristen Callihan

Funny thing about life, it's so easy to view it from the outside in. We can see the exact point where our friends fuck up, do the wrong thing, are blind to what's right in front of them. As in, why the fuck won't they just listen to us and take our advice instead of bumbling all over the place? We watch horror movies and know when to shout at the dumb girl who goes in the basement to investigate that noise; we revel in her stupidity, feel superior to it. If it were us, we assure ourselves, we wouldn't be so stupid. Sure we would; we just wouldn't realize the danger. Because the truth is, we're walking deaf, dumb, and blind half of the time. And even though I can tell myself this afterward, after I fuck up, it doesn't make me feel any better. Because I'm about to do a fuck up royale. With cheese. — Kristen Callihan

Just because you encountered some grit doesn't mean you gotta quit. — Kristen Callihan

I don't know whether to run or grab hold of her and never let go. — Kristen Callihan

Somewhere over the Atlantic, at thirty-five thousand feet, she wrapped herself around me, and my brain decided to equate her scent, the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, with comfort.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to dissuade myself of this notion, and I am not yet ready to try. — Kristen Callihan

But at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it — Kristen Callihan

Just the tip, sweetheart." He nudges against me, slipping along my wetness, as I whimper. His voice goes dark. "Just for a second. — Kristen Callihan

All right," I tell Gray, "you make an admirable lasagna. It's not as good as my mom's, but it will do."

"Don't kill me with praise now." Gray laughs then shakes his head. "I'm not trying to beat your Italian momma in a lasagna cook-off, Jones. That's just crazy talk." His brows waggle. "But I accept the compliment."

Drew snorts. The sound sudden and harsh. "'Jones'?" Jones is his nickname for me. But I hadn't thought he'd be territorial. He levels a look at Gray, and my chest grows tight. "And here I thought you didn't like my girl. — Kristen Callihan

His voice is dark chocolate on a hot summer night. — Kristen Callihan

With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair." His thumb moved lightly over her fluttering pulse, as she stared with her mouth assuredly hanging open in shock, her heart beating furiously within her breast."You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil." His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her fingers glistening with pear juice. "Had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off of your fingers. — Kristen Callihan

Every morning we rise up from our beds and death is there, hanging over us, waiting for an opportunity. Life is a gamble, husband. The question is, will you play your hand when the risk is at its greatest? — Kristen Callihan

with shoulders so wide I'm fairly certain I could perch on one of them and have room to spare. He's — Kristen Callihan

Billy's Adam's apple bobbed. "Don't-" The knife at his throat cut him short.
Black Tom cocked a thick brow. "Don't, wha? Hurt your littl' toffer?" Rotted teeth flashed. "She mean that much ta ye, then?"
Bill licked his lips quickly. His skin took on a grayish hue as sweat seeded over his high brow. "Don't piss 'er off," he managed. — Kristen Callihan

sum of my existence equals you. — Kristen Callihan

I said I wouldn't push you, and I meant it. But one day, Chess, you're going to feel safe enough to let go. And I'm going to be there to catch you when you fall. — Kristen Callihan

You were never quitting. You were searching. — Kristen Callihan

I want to keep her safe, shelter her from all this ugliness.
Just keep her. Forever. She's mine. Mine to protect. — Kristen Callihan

Oh, I bet you'd find that marvelous; all of us helpless women just smiling and nodding. Though I'm afraid it would never work on me." "Of course not," he deadpans. "I'm stuck next to the one afflicted with an apparently incurable case of verbal diarrhea." "Says the man who is socially constipated. — Kristen Callihan

He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. "I hate this. I hate it so much." His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. "I feel like some essential organ is being ripped from me. — Kristen Callihan

Fi laughs at me, the jerk. "Become real familiar with your hand."
"Pillow," I correct without thinking.
"What?" Her eyes are wide, her smile scandalized.
"Nothing. I said nothing." Fucking booze. I'm never drinking again.
"Sure you didn't, Miss Hump-and-Pump."
The throw pillow flies out of my hand and whacks her face. "Eew," Fi shouts. "This had better not be the pillow!"
"Better smell it and see. — Kristen Callihan

My world grinds to a loud, screeching halt. Big Red? What the ever-loving knuckle f**k?
I gape up at him, too shocked to even form a proper glare. And he squints back, that inane smile still in place, as if he's waiting for me to answer. My mind is stuck on one thing.
He'd called me Big Red. Big Fucking Red. — Kristen Callihan

I don't think I'll ever become used to you Ellis sisters' penchant for whisky."
She waved an idle hand as she surveyed the room. "We're half Scottish. I think there might be a law against us not liking it. — Kristen Callihan

I could love you, you know."
"I could love you, too. — Kristen Callihan

Doesn't Momoa have a beard?" I wave my hand. "Who has time to look at his beard when his muscles are on display? — Kristen Callihan

Slowly, her slim hand smoothed over the swell of his buttock, lingering there. A shocked laugh choked his throat, the sound muddled by a stifled groan that her intrigued touch elicited. The saucy little sneak thief was copping a feel. He felt inclined to turn around and let her get a handful. — Kristen Callihan

but one of the guys next to him looks like he eats screaming villagers for breakfast. — Kristen Callihan

His smile falls. "You also forgot 'Don't play the game unless you're one-hundred-percent commented.' Which really just means, if you don't love it, get out. — Kristen Callihan