Madeline Sheehan Quotes & Sayings

If you were older, darlin', I'd have you on the back of my bike and in my fuckin' bed. And you'd be not just likin' it, but lovin' it, beggin' me for more. — Madeline Sheehan

But people didn't need to change to suit each other. They just needed to accept their differences. You could love someone just the way they were and still live in harmony together. — Madeline Sheehan

Cox shrugged. You want a dick on your forehead, I'm sure little West is up for the job, seein' as whatever the fuck you did to him with that patchouli-smellin' pussy of yours has got him all sorts of worked up, calling you his girl and threatenin' me and shit. — Madeline Sheehan

I wasn't always broken; we are all born pure. It is our journey that burdens us and leads us astray. Our mistakes that beat us down and cover us in guilt and shame, burying us a little more with each successive hardship. It is up to us to dig ourselves out, to come to terms with our faults, to embrace not only our imperfections but those of the ones we love, and to once again find the path we strayed from. — Madeline Sheehan

FUCK THIS SHIT.
Fuck the club and the code, and fuck brotherhood. He would give it all up for her. For his woman. Because she sure as shit was his, and he'd go to hell and back ten times over before he lost her forever. — Madeline Sheehan

Ellie would think back on that moment and remember that Dirty hadn't so much as flinched when she'd touched him. In fact, he'd never shied away from her touch again. Not once, from that day forward. — Madeline Sheehan

I left you a long time ago," I whispered, reaching up to place a hand over my breaking heart. "I just didn't realise it. — Madeline Sheehan

When her eyes flared with anger, he growled, "Shut up." After a pause, during which he managed to glare tenderly at her, he continued. — Madeline Sheehan

Now woman, you need to start doin' what you came here to do or I'm gonna do it for you. — Madeline Sheehan

You been stickin' your shit in any hole that'll take it, so what the fuck makes Tegen any damn different?"
Cage imploded.
"BECAUSE SHE'S TEGEN!" he roared. "She's fuckin' mine! — Madeline Sheehan

You scared of your old lady, Ripper?" ...
"Fuck you," he shot back. "I ain't scared of shit except havin' nowhere to put my dick when it gets cold and sad and wants a motherfuckin' hug. — Madeline Sheehan

Because in my free time I love teaching loose women the ways of the club world, the dos and don'ts when it comes to our men. Rule number one: Don't flirt in front of the wife. Rule number two: Don't try to go down on him in front of the wife. Rule number three: Definitely don't cry in front of the wife when he tells you not to go down on him in front of his wife. — Madeline Sheehan

My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. — Madeline Sheehan

Aw, fuck," Ripper muttered. Crossing his arms over his chest, the guy leaned back against the doorjamb.
"Danny," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "Shit just got real, baby. — Madeline Sheehan

Cause when it comes to you, darlin', I got no fuckin' sense. You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see. Suddenly, I can't fuckin' breathe, but I don't care 'cause you, babe, you're you. And I ain't ever met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you. — Madeline Sheehan

The young woman's surprised gaze dropped to the gun in his hand and then back to his face. — Madeline Sheehan

And if this is anyone's fault," she continued. "It's mine for bringing an innocent little girl around a criminal motorcycle club full of self-important assholes who think with their dicks and their guns instead of their brains! — Madeline Sheehan

Deuce," I whispered,
"You love me"?
His eyes went skyward, and he snorted.
"Babe.Yeah. Long time now". — Madeline Sheehan

This kid, this little fucking kid who didn't know him at all, had just given him his first gift, nothing expected in return, no favors, no stipulations, no nothing. He'd been wrong. There was something sweeter than seeing fear in his old man's eyes. Eva Fox was far sweeter. if he ever had a kid, he wanted a kid like this one.
"Thanks darlin'," He said hoarsely.
"Will I ever see you again?" She cocked her head to the side, wide eyed, waiting for his response. He stared into her eyes, too big for her face. Big and smoky gray like a thunderstorm. Fucking beautiful.
He smiled. "Hope so sweetheart. — Madeline Sheehan

And it was. It was enough because he was enough. It was enough because I was enough for him. My faults, his faults, and all. We were enough. — Madeline Sheehan

For fuck's sake, Tegen, stop overthinkin' every damn thing. Just get on my goddamn dick and start fuckin' bouncin'.
Well, how could I deny such sweet talk? — Madeline Sheehan

Cage felt like he was looking in a mirror thirty years in the future. A cranky, pissed off, judgmental bastard of a mirror. — Madeline Sheehan

Can't fuckin' live without you. Want you on my bike and in my bed. Want my kids inside you. Want you by my side babe for as long as I got left — Madeline Sheehan

I turned to Hawk and smiled. "Do you even remember how to ride?"
His answering laughter was the most beautiful thing I'd heard.
"Woman," he said, an eyebrow cocked as he looked down at me. "It's like f***in'. You don't ever forget how. — Madeline Sheehan

Without bothering to knock, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.
"Jesus fuck!" he yelled, slamming the door closed.
"Knock much?" Danny screamed from inside her room, where he'd just seen her naked, on her knees, getting nailed by her husband.
Fucking hell. — Madeline Sheehan

The difference between a self-induced orgasm and an orgasm given by a man is like comparing a rainy day and a rainstorm. Rain was a sure thing, you knew exactly what you were going to get: a clean and crisp, both sweet and refreshing experience. But rainstorms were unpredictable, they were riddled with surprises, messy and wet; they were something you had no control over.
Rainstorms brought you to your knees, soaking you in uncontrollable need, lightning flashing before your eyes while you dug your fingers deep into the earth, trying to hold on; unable to tell which was louder ... the thunder roaring in your ears or the pounding of your heart. — Madeline Sheehan

Baby, I ain't tryin' to marry you. — Madeline Sheehan

Maybe this is how his miserable life was going to end: death by pussy.
Which when he thought about it, it made sense. It was because of pussy that you came screaming into this world; might as well be pussy that took you out of it. — Madeline Sheehan

Damn, Ripper," Cox said, snorting. "You're so pussywhipped you need your old lady defendin' you?"
"Cox, don't speak," Kamie said. "It makes you less hot. — Madeline Sheehan

Life was made up of moments, big ones and little, the good and bad, dark and light. We never remembered the gray, the times in between, but instead only the moments that had the ability to transform us in some way, affect us so completely that the memory would be forever etched upon who we were, who we are, and who we would become. — Madeline Sheehan

I love you, Trinity, I always have and I always will. Never, ever forget that. — Madeline Sheehan

Gasping, whimpering, crying out his name, clawing at his skin ... I fucking burned. — Madeline Sheehan

If only he'd realized sooner that it wasn't the house, four walls and a roof, that made a home. It was who had lived inside those four walls, his wife and daughters, the true support beams of the structure. Without them the roof had caved in, the walls had collapsed, and the foundation had crumbled away. — Madeline Sheehan

You're better than you think," I whispered. "I didn't realize it when I was little, didn't understand that look in your eyes, why you always looked so sad, but I get it now. Someone got inside of you and messed you all up, made up down and left right so now you think you're shit when you're not even close. So you need to listen to me when I tell you that you are better than you think. You're even better than that. To me, you're the best."
- Eva to Deuce (Undeniable) — Madeline Sheehan

Still wearin' Chucks and singin' out of tune I see. — Madeline Sheehan

Next time you call my kid a whore, I will end you, you fuckin' feel me? — Madeline Sheehan

You're still feelin' me, Teacup. — Madeline Sheehan

Ain't no such thing as mistakes," he said. "There's only shit that happens and shit that don't. — Madeline Sheehan

Love is a feeling, a real, raw and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts.
Innate.
Unavoidable.
Undeniable — Madeline Sheehan

Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn't tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled. — Madeline Sheehan

Baby," he said, "listen to me. I ain't beautiful, you are. You're so damn beautiful you got it spillin' out all over the place, blindin' you into thinkin' I'm beautiful when I ain't. Farthest thing from it. — Madeline Sheehan

I'm layin' fuckin' claim to you, Tegen, every single fuckin' part of you, right the fuck now."
"You can't have any part of me!" I cried, trying to turn my head but his grip on my hair was too tight. Grunting, he yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at him.
"Wrong," he growled. "I've always had you. Only difference is now, I'm takin' you. — Madeline Sheehan

I want tonight to last forever," I whispered brokenly. Because it had to last forever, or at least for the next ten years. — Madeline Sheehan

You're a good kid, darlin'. A good, sweet kid. Promise me you'll stay that way, yeah? No matter what you see, no matter what sort of fucked up shit happens to you. Don't let this life turn you bitter.
- Deuce to Eva (Undeniable) — Madeline Sheehan

It's me and you, Teacup ... nothin' else fuckin' matters right now. — Madeline Sheehan

I know you," he continued. "Wantin' everything, gettin' none of it. I get that. Hell, I feel that too. You don't know shit about me, but I know you. Fuck, I know you better than you know yourself." He released me and all at once began backing away. Stopping in the center of his room, he gripped the hem of his black T-shirt, pulled the threadbare material up over his head, and tossed it aside. Then he kicked off his boots, sending them flying across the room where they hit the wall with a loud thud. Then in one fluid movement, Hawk had removed both his leathers and boxers. "What are you doing?" I whispered, suddenly breathless. "Givin' you somethin'," he said. — Madeline Sheehan

Nearly every female that crossed Cage's path fell immediately into a big bucket of fucking stupid. — Madeline Sheehan

When it comes to lust, words are never needed. You feel something inside you stir, your body begins to warm, and you just know. You can feel something buried spring to life, and just like that a connection is born. You're strangers, then suddenly you're something more . . . kindred spirits, like-minded in your attraction for each other. — Madeline Sheehan

You respect women, you little fuckin' shit. It was a fuckin' woman who carried you around in her fuckin' body, fuckin' birthed you, and fuckin' loved
you. And it's gonna be a woman who keeps you warm at night, who lets you inside her body, and it's gonna be a woman who carries around your fuckin' children. You fuckin' respect that, you feel me? You fuckin' respect women - all of 'em - or I will end you. — Madeline Sheehan

Your old man, darlin', what he said to me, he was fuckin' right. These assholes would light themselves on fire if I weren't here to dump a bucket of water on 'em. — Madeline Sheehan

The things this man made me feel just by speaking was unreal. At times I wanted to weep from the sheer sensation of never before experienced feelings that I knew had already wrecked me for any other man. — Madeline Sheehan

Kami, do you have a weapon?"
"No, I do not have a fucking weapon!" Kami screamed over her shoulder. "Do you really think I'd risk going to jail for that Mexican whore?"
"Puerto Rican," Hawk muttered,rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Gorbachev! — Madeline Sheehan

After all the shit they'd gone through - the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they'd thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good - he knew he'd do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone. — Madeline Sheehan

Darlin', we live in a fuckin' cesspool of shit and dirty-ass motherfuckers, but if you found somethin' good and true, somethin' that you can bank on bein' there for you when everything else is fallin' apart around you, whoever it is, I'm good with it. — Madeline Sheehan

What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag. — Madeline Sheehan

I love her," he rasped, his eyes on Danny. "You want me to beg, I'll fuckin' beg. I'll do whatever I gotta do if it means she keeps breathin'. — Madeline Sheehan

I love you," she cried softly. "No one else, baby, not like this, not the way I've always loved you."
"How much do you love me?" he asked hoarsely ...
"You already know," she whimpered. "You're everything to me, everything, you always have been, baby ... — Madeline Sheehan

You got ghosts," Blue interrupted. "I know it. Hell, we all fuckin' know it. You got 'em followin' you everywhere you fuckin' go. You got Reaper breathin' down your neck and now Frankie's back there too. You ain't gonna move forward unless you dig yerself a hole and throw that bullshit six feet under, set it on fuckin' fire, and bury that shit. Otherwise you ain't no good to no one, least of all yerself. — Madeline Sheehan

I'm not wild ... pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm ... dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous. — Madeline Sheehan

First you shoot me," he muttered. "Now you're handin' me your damn club and spoutin' love poems." "She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you." "No, asshole, I woulda killed me." At that, Preacher just kept grinning. Jesus, was he in the twilight zone? — Madeline Sheehan

It was the wrong place at the wrong time kind of shit that had quickly turned into a catastrophe of epic proportions — Madeline Sheehan

Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty. Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain, our sorrow and our suffering. — Madeline Sheehan

Hidin' is fuckin' easy. It's really livin' that's hard, that sometimes hurts like a son of a bitch. — Madeline Sheehan

Oh god, Anabeth," Ellie muttered. "Your whole life is based around sex." "So?" she shot back. "It's better than having sex with fictional characters!" Ellie shot up out of my desk chair. "I do not have sex with fictional characters!" "Oh puh-lease, I've seen the books you read, all big muscley men and virginal women and steamy sex. Why else would you read that crap if not to get off? — Madeline Sheehan

Yeah, that's her. Roly-poly little bitch. Fucked her in the ass the other day and, get this, she shit all over me. I'm talkin', this wasn't no little mess. This was Niagara fuckin' Falls pourin' outta her ass. — Madeline Sheehan

Michael," he heard her say, her voice soft. "Please look at me and let me show you what love is. — Madeline Sheehan

You ever watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?" Deuce asked. "Stupid Fucker makes me laugh."
I decided, I too, really liked that stupid fucker Charlie Brown and made a mental note to watch everything featuring Charlie Brown as soon as I got home. — Madeline Sheehan

Cox shrugged. if that's what it takes to get laid, then I'm a fuckinin'poet. Other times I'm a fuckin' accountant. Or a plumber. Sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. — Madeline Sheehan

Where in motherfucking-shit-fucking-hell-fucking bullshit had that come from? — Madeline Sheehan

Babe, you're the most beautiful woman in the whole goddamn world to me. You're all I fuckin' want, Teacup. — Madeline Sheehan

He didn't just want to fuck her, he didn't just want her in his bed ...
He wanted her on the back of his bike.
Yeah, he wanted to lay claim to Danielle West, ink his name on her body and slap an old lady patch on her ass. And worse, he wanted the world to know it. — Madeline Sheehan

Eva," he rasped, cupping the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. "Marry me, darlin'. — Madeline Sheehan

But when it did, when the first American fell to his knees, the government was ill prepared for the fallout and the sickness spread like wildfire. — Madeline Sheehan

No, he didn't care about anything else in the world except for his woman, the sweetest kid he'd ever met, the smartest too, a kid who'd turned into the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. A woman who didn't just love with her whole heart but with her body and soul. A woman who time and time again, brought him to his fucking knees, had him prayer to a god he didn't believe in just so he could keep her by his side.
A woman whose motherfucking smile made the world and his life seem somewhat livable. Even worth it sometimes. — Madeline Sheehan

Take it, Teacup," he said hoarsely. "Be my girl. — Madeline Sheehan

And sometimes, love is unconventional and it breaks all the rules and blurs all the lines and basks in its glory, shining as bright as the sun, unapologetically glowing even under the narrowed stares of society and its screaming, self-righteous morals, berating and judging that which it doesn't understand. — Madeline Sheehan

Could just feed 'im to the dogs, Prez," Bucket drawled. "Wouldn't have to feed 'em for a whole fuckin' month after that."
Dirty rolled his eyes. Bucket was full of shit; the club didn't have any dogs. — Madeline Sheehan

There it is, darlin',"He said softly, his lips curling slowly in a sexy grin. "Nothin'like seein' a pretty girl gettin' all fired up. — Madeline Sheehan

You need somethin' from me, baby? — Madeline Sheehan

But we got through it. Together. It didn't happen overnight and it wasn't easy.
Nothing worth doing ever is.
And love is worth everything — Madeline Sheehan

I was just telling Steve how much you appreciate motorcycles and it just so happens that he has one"
Whoopee. Like I fucking cared.
"Oh yeah?" I said, glancing at Steve. "What kind of ride?"
The douche canoe grinned at me, revealing two perfectly straight and glaringly white rows of teeth.
"A BMW," he said. "R12 - "
"A sports bike?" I interrupted, wrinkling up my nose. "How super gay for you."
...
"Sports bikes are for pussies. True fucking story. — Madeline Sheehan

Babe," he whispered. "Can't look at me like that and expect me to be keepin' it reeled in."
"Baby, don't ever keep it reeled in," she whispered back. "Not with me. — Madeline Sheehan

Can I resume taking your pants off now?" she asked.
"If I let you, will you wipe that dirty fuckin' look off your face?"
"Maybe."
"Babe, I'm gonna need a guarantee or it's a no-go. I can't be fuckin' some bitch who's looking like she'd rather be doin' laundry. Not sure my man-whorin' ego could take a blow like that. — Madeline Sheehan

Danny," Ripper whispered in my ear. "Three songs gone by and there's some old fuckin' bitch makin' statutory rape faces at me. — Madeline Sheehan

You don't otta like someone to like fuckin' 'em. You can even hate their fuckin' guts and still like fuckin' 'em. Sometime's that's the best kinda fuckin'. Angry, crazy, fucked up, fuckin' ... — Madeline Sheehan

We'd all lived through our own horrors, and whether they showed on our skin or not, we all bore scars, didn't we? — Madeline Sheehan

The road to redemption might be damn hard, but in the end - if you reached the end - his father was right. It was worth it. Maribelle was worth it. Funny how her birth was the reason he'd started running, but she ended up being the reason he'd stopped. Life was really fucking funny that way. — Madeline Sheehan

All scares tell a story beautiful girl ... mine tell the story of how I found you. — Madeline Sheehan

There are three different types of men in this world: There are weak men- men who run and hide when life slaps them in the ass. Then, there are men- men who have a backbone, yet occasionally, then life slapps them in the ass, will rely on others. And then, there are real men- men who don't cry or complain, who don't just have a backbone, then are the backbone. Men who make their own decisions and live with the consequences and who accept responsiblity for their actions or words. Men who, when life slaps them in the ass, slap back and move on. — Madeline Sheehan

He knew Danny, she was a fucking chatterbox. She was always rambling on and on about music and clothes and some asshat named Chan-a-something Tater Tots. — Madeline Sheehan

Damn if that man didn't look as good as a double bacon cheeseburger, after a week spent camping with my vegan friends. Fuck my life. — Madeline Sheehan

Jesus. Why couldn't he have had boys? All boys. Little fucking shits like Cage. A whole slew of 'em he could throw condoms at and be done with it. — Madeline Sheehan

The world won't end with a bang.
The world won't end with a whimper.
In fact, the world won't end at all.
But it will change and if we refuse to change with it ...
It will be us that ends. — Madeline Sheehan

Your mother holds you skin on skin and when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear stained cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin. You make love, skin on skin with a man you love, a beautiful man. And then, if you're lucky your own baby will enter this world and you'll hold her skin on skin, feed her with your body skin on skin. It's a magical thing. — Madeline Sheehan

MADELINE SHEEHAN WILL BE PUBLISHING ALL HER BOOKS IN ALL FORMATS FROM NOW UNTIL HER UNTIMELY DEATH BY HEART ATTACK (AT A VERY YOUNG AGE) DUE TO GOODREADS! — Madeline Sheehan

You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? 'Cause that's a fuckin' mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl. — Madeline Sheehan

I don't give a fuck what you're lookin' like as long as you're lookin' like it by my fuckin' side. — Madeline Sheehan

When it came to Cage West, my mistakes were plenty and my regrets were numerous. If my past were a person, I would grab the throat of that motherfucker, drag her ass down Re-do Street, and once I'd beaten the ever loving shit out of her, I'd stand over her beaten-down, broken body and say:
You stupid bitch. You ignorant, stupid bitch. Love isn't a fucking answer. It hurts more than it doesn't, it's harder than it is easy, it takes work, guts and perseverance. — Madeline Sheehan

There are weak men; men who run and hide when life slaps them in the ass. Then there are men; men who have a backbone yet occasionally, when life slaps them in the ass, will rely on others. And then there are real men; men who don't cry or complain, who don't just have a backbone, they are the backbone. Men who make their own decisions and live with the consequences, who accept responsibility for their actions or words. Men who, when life slaps them in the ass, slap back and move on. Men who live hard and die even harder.
Men like my father and my uncles. Men I loved with all my heart.
Men like Deuce. — Madeline Sheehan

Woman," he said, barking out a laugh. "I fuckin' love it when you curse. — Madeline Sheehan