Lauren Gilley Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Lauren Gilley
I'm not worried about that. Aidan loves Sam, and a man can do great things when he's motivated by love. Maggie — Lauren Gilley
Ah, sweetheart, she's not the one I want to bend back over my bike right now. Jesus ... Christ. — Lauren Gilley
His voice was different in the small, intimate spaces that existed when they were pressed together like this; it was sweet with a familiar sort of sleepiness, a voice just for her that the rest of the world didn't get to hear. — Lauren Gilley
And God, the filthy things he'd murmured in her ear. It was just as he'd promised: heavy, and dirty, and sweaty, and yes, fun. He hadn't allowed her to be self-conscious or shy. He'd guided her hand to his hard cock and said, "That right there is because you're beautiful." Softly, right against her throat, almost sweetly: "Get outta your own way and tell me what you want." She — Lauren Gilley
Tam felt his hands twitch, longing to curl into fists, longing to put those fists into that motherfucking GQ model wannabe's face. — Lauren Gilley
Aidan and Carter had shown up about fifteen minutes ago with a pressure washer, lots of detergent, and a bad case of being mentally twelve. — Lauren Gilley
She didn't know if she cried for what she'd lost as a teenager, or for the confused tangle of emotions inside her now. Either way, Mike telling her that he was sorry against the top of her head was the only answer that made any sense. — Lauren Gilley
It was broken. It was haunted. Just like her.
But it had bones, and it had memories, and it had the ability to be something strong again. Just like her. — Lauren Gilley
How many times have you been slapped on dates?"
"Five," he said as he checked over his shoulder and eased back out into traffic. "So hit my left side if you're going to. The right's my pretty side."
"Which side is your modest side?"
"Don't have one. — Lauren Gilley
she was, whichever city or state, whatever mood she was in, there was nothing like a book store to fill her up with happiness. — Lauren Gilley
Mercy grinned. Do I smell a shotgun wedding? I've wanted to call you Daddy for so long now. — Lauren Gilley
You can add new parts, baby," she imagined Maggie saying. "But you can't lose the parts of you that were already there. — Lauren Gilley
Fillette." He twisted his upper body toward her, so he could put both arms around her, press her back against the pillows and blot out the lamplight with his shoulder. "I only ever want to love you because it's you, and it's me, and I can't help myself." He whispered against her neck in French and she felt herself melting. — Lauren Gilley
Ben tasted like wine; felt animal beneath her hands; chased away the shadows until her room was only darkness, only them, nothing wicked. — Lauren Gilley
The night was a runny, watercolor black, rain sighing high in the tree tops, rustling on the pavement. — Lauren Gilley
Dad." He flicked a glance toward her, but his eyes returned to the paper. "I know Drew's kind of an idiot, and I know better than to put any trust in him yet. — Lauren Gilley
She'd put her teeth in his heart, long ago, and he'd left the print there, evidence that he wanted her love. That he returned it. — Lauren Gilley
The South did not bustle and plow and struggle against the snow; it slept beneath it, the silence broken only by the chatter of hungry birds and the exuberant shouts of children using trash can lids as makeshift sleds. — Lauren Gilley
But women were complicated, subtle, and so much stronger than men always wanted to give them credit. They could swallow hurt whole and let it eat them from the inside out in a way none of his brothers ever could. And when they fought, their claws were sharper. — Lauren Gilley
The world is full of terrible things. But there are beautiful things, too, and you're one of them. — Lauren Gilley
He felt her heartbeat against his shoulder, through his jacket, light as raindrops. — Lauren Gilley
Mercy was his ice breaker, his Jolly Cajun Giant, who could get away with saying whatever he damned wanted because no one wanted to climb up on a stepladder and stop him. — Lauren Gilley
Never before had he said such long strings of sentences in French before, like he did now. In the sheltering dark, his thrusts were slow, deep, sure, his hands digging bruises into her hips, the French rolling in thick purrs off his tongue; she had the impression it was sexual, whatever he said, the way the words caressed and encouraged her. — Lauren Gilley
I'm your last choice," she said. "You tried everything, tasted everyone in Knoxville. And when the princess told you off, you came to me, the last ditch effort. — Lauren Gilley
I love you, he thought. And then left her. — Lauren Gilley
You're suppressing my first amendment rights," she said, voice muffled. "You don't live in America; you live in the United States of Teague. — Lauren Gilley
What must it be like to be all James Dean and Steve McQueen in your leather and denim? Not giving a damn about anything? — Lauren Gilley
Yeah. Were you nervous?" "No." Aidan rolled his eyes. "That makes me feel better." "You want me to lie?" Mercy's black brows jumped, grin teasing at one corner of his mouth. Growing more serious: "There wasn't anything I wanted more in the world than Ava. Lots of shit makes me nervous, but not being married." "You enjoy it, don't you?" "What's that?" "Making the rest of us look like unromantic assholes." Mercy chuckled. "Yeah. I kinda do. — Lauren Gilley
He was silent, and she finally gave him her full attention. "You're creepy, you know?"
A small grin plucked at one corner of his mouth. "I thought you liked strong silent types these days."
"There's silent, and then there's you. — Lauren Gilley
Beautiful' isn't a feminine word. I don't even think it's a human word. It isn't what something looks like; it's what something is. — Lauren Gilley
Do we have to have one of those woman conversations about it?" She felt her brows go up. "I'm sorry, what's that supposed to mean?" "Oh shit. We do." "Michael. — Lauren Gilley
They'd dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn't remember half of what they'd said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness. — Lauren Gilley
Nights like this," someone had told him, not so long ago, "feel like the world's waiting for something." He was sure, in hindsight, that on that night on a back step with a shared bottle of grocery store Pinot Noir, the girl beside him had wanted the two of them to be that something special. — Lauren Gilley
Ava wasn't the poor unsuspecting woman who'd let the wild thing into the house, she was the wild thing's mate, creeping indoors at his side ... — Lauren Gilley
You can't love anything properly from a distance. — Lauren Gilley
Billingsly castle was holding its breath. Thunderheads rolled in from the hills, thick and white and folding over like biscuit dough, bubbling, boiling magenta along the edges where the skillet was the hottest. — Lauren Gilley
Mercy felt a wide, humorless spread across his face. She's my conscience. My soul. The only part of me that hasn't gone all the way dark. No one fucks with her and gets out alive. — Lauren Gilley
Heartbreak was never cured; it just went into remission. And here it came roaring back, leaving her feverish and weak and unable to move in the bright afternoon sun. It — Lauren Gilley
His voice was friendly enough, but his gaze drilled into Mercy, an obvious challenge. Cute, Mercy thought. Not impressed, asshole. — Lauren Gilley
Well aren't you just a ray of fucking sunshine. — Lauren Gilley
Mercy sighed noisily. "Man ... " He shook his head. "Can I give you a piece of advice? One fucked-up whackjob to another? We don't get a whole lot of good things handed to us in this life. When a very beautiful girl is brave enough to actually want to stick around, you don't let her go." Michael lifted his brows. "You marry her, and you hope to God she never comes to her senses." The — Lauren Gilley
Stupid's good. We can work with stupid. — Lauren Gilley
You know those lists that get put together? 'Top Ten Companies to Work For' and that kinda thing? Yeah, you are so not helping this be one of those places. — Lauren Gilley
Tango, ever the gentleman, gave her a wink. I don't have anything in my blood but beer and poor white trash. Figure I gotta get in good with these leader types. — Lauren Gilley
Dude," Mercy said. "I will fold you up and stuff you in this beer pitcher." "But — Lauren Gilley
Behind every strong man is a strong woman?" he guessed.
"Beside," Ghost corrected. "She's beside him. — Lauren Gilley
Tango tipped his head back against the bench, staring up at the denim-colored evening sky. This was the most dangerous, the most wonderful, the most daring addiction of all: life. — Lauren Gilley
No. Those memories would not serve him here. Only the fury. That metallic, constant anger that knew neither emotion nor restraint. Emotionless, like the gators he'd grown up hunting, the black tide inside himself would rise to the occasion and like a puppeteer, he would take total control of the wicked things his hands would do. — Lauren Gilley
For a wondrous golden second, they basked in the afterglow, not caring that it was four in the afternoon and they were naked in front of the windows. "I missed you," Ellie whispered right against his ear. "Don't ever think that I wasn't missing you like crazy all that time. — Lauren Gilley
Strong men need strong love, and a soft touch. Once you fall in love with a man like that, there's no going back to ordinary. — Lauren Gilley
A little fear's healthy. The day we stop being afraid is probably the day we stop being human. — Lauren Gilley
Well, Mercy was a talker, friendly in his fury, and something about that strategy always got him results. That, or it was just because he was fucking huge and liked to use an ice pick. Either — Lauren Gilley
Horny asshole? He's not the one leaving here with Truckstop Barbie. That would be you, sir, and you don't even know me, so I don't see why you should mind where I choose to direct my romantic affections. Her — Lauren Gilley
He checked the impulse, and darted a glance over his shoulder to see Mercy and Colin marching four duct-taped cartel boys in at gunpoint. "Look, boss," Mercy said with a dark laugh. "We've been making friends." "I — Lauren Gilley
She took a deep breath and it was her eighteenth birthday; it was Jess's wedding and a summer evening at the pool; it was all those hundreds of times he'd been propped against her dorm building. And it was now, and she wanted to be this sophisticated, Audrey Hepburn-esque girl who gave him a coy smile and sauntered toward him, hips swinging. But this was Tam, and she wasn't sophisticated for crap. — Lauren Gilley