Maisey Yates Quotes & Sayings

What? she asked, like she was surprised, even though she was fully aware that she was both distracting herself and distancing herself by becoming Therapist Sadie, rather than being Sadie the bag of flail who was marinating in her own lustypants. — Maisey Yates

Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his
heart beat faster — Maisey Yates

And with every step he took away from her, he felt like he was leaving the best pieces of him further and further behind. — Maisey Yates

I feel like if the most important thing is that we love each other, everything else will fall into place. — Maisey Yates

She could not be controlled or contained. She was the mothereffing wind. — Maisey Yates

Understand. But that had been closer to the truth than he'd realized. She was beyond price. Something a man could sell all of his possessions for and never hope to buy. — Maisey Yates

Sorry, I had to break the tension; it was making me uncomfortable. It reminded me a lot of some
of my dates in high school. Just before the guy copped a feel."
"Sorry," Kelsey said, her apology directed at Cole. "She doesn't interact with people very often. It's
... like a puppy that gets locked in the laundry room all day."
"Should I get her a treat?" he asked.
"Hey," Alexa said, her tone defensive. "Is the treat bacon?"
"Milk-Bone," he said.
"Then I'll pass and head to bed." She looped her arm through Kelsey's, and they turned, stepping
off the porch. — Maisey Yates

Relax, Cole, I wasn't proposing. She put her hand on his shoulder for a second, and when she
removed it, the impression of her warmth lingered. Burned.
And for a moment he wondered if marriage wouldn't be such a bad idea. — Maisey Yates

I hope that wasn't because of what I said about the barrel racing," Kelsey said.
"Probably me," Cole said. "She's sensitive. And I'm not. I'll apologize later. — Maisey Yates

Kelsey breathed in deeply. "He asked me to stay."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Until ... until I want to leave, I guess. But he doesn't want me to go yet, and ... I'm thinking of
accepting the offer."
"Now he sounds like he's proposing marriag — Maisey Yates

Look, the dominate-male thing was hot in bed, but it's jerky in real life, just so you know. — Maisey Yates

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lips. And he knew she felt it too. — Maisey Yates

I'll walk you to the path." Cole stood too and followed them out of the dining room and into the
common area of the lodge.
"How do you feel?" he asked when they were out of earshot.
"Great. Fine. For the first time in ... forever, pretty much — Maisey Yates

Tupperware? I don't know. That's what my mom did."
"Well, my mom had to bring bigger containers for food when the family ate outdoors. But she used
this when she and Dad ... — Maisey Yates

She said no, Lark, Cole said, his eyes meeting Kelsey's. Kelsey felt her stomach flutter. And it
wasn't from nausea. — Maisey Yates

He was nice. But the waitress spilled a drink in my lap during dinner, and then I noticed he had a
piece of spinach in his teeth, and ... you know, there's nowhere to go but down from there."
"And then what?"
"I faked a work emergency."
"Do newspaper columnists have work emergencies?"
"I might have led him to believe I was an ace reporter. And that there was a robbery somewhere — Maisey Yates

He cleared his throat. "You noticed."
"And guys just don't seem to notice me at all!"
"Forgive me for not being too broken up about that — Maisey Yates

Actually I have something to tell you," he said.
"You solved global warming."
"Dammit, Katy, now whatever I say is going to sound stupid. I'll fail because I didn't solve global warming."
"Fine, work on that next. — Maisey Yates

Hi. He turned and saw Kelsey standing in the door of the kitchen, looking ... Well, she was
glowing. That pregnant woman glow, maybe? Or just the sun hitting her face at the right time. Either
way, she looked hot, and he noticed — Maisey Yates

Damn, Lark, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
She looked at him, blinking her owlish eyes. "You think I'm crying because of you?"
"I was a bastard."
"Well, yeah, but you're my brother. I'm used to it. — Maisey Yates

The simple fact was, I was scared, because I knew if I let myself love you, I would love you with all of myself. I would love you in that way that would take over my whole soul, — Maisey Yates

You're my everything. My heart, my soul. And if I don't have you, then nothing else means anything. I know we're young, and I know that scares you, but trust me, there is nothing in this life that I would be happier experiencing without you by my side. I love you, — Maisey Yates

Fear was a dumbass state to live in. - From IMAGINE ME AND YOU — Maisey Yates

I was being sincere. Hold on to it as long as you can, Lark. Life knocks the stuffing out of you
eventually. Look at me. Look at Cade. As long as things are simple, keep them that way. As long as
unrequited liking is the least of your worries ... it's not so bad."
"It feels bad."
"I know. Take comfort in the fact that that actually makes you pretty normal."
"Not comforted."
He laughed. "That's normal too."
"Shut up."
"Love you too." He didn't say it often enough. But it had never been easy for him to say.
That earned him a smile. "I do. Love you, you know. Thanks for trying. And thanks for ... being
willing to kill someone for me."
"It's what brothers are for. 'Night — Maisey Yates

It surprised him how badly he wanted her to stay.
It was that male possessiveness again. — Maisey Yates

Are you okay?"
She looked up, her eyes glistening. "I just ... I ... "
"Hey." He stood up and rounded the picnic table, sitting next to her on the bench. He wrapped his
arm around her, the feeling of her, so warm and female and way too tempting, sending a shock of
pleasure through him. "Hey, don't ... don't do that."
"I'm pregnant. It's a pregnant thing," she said.
"I've never seen you do it."
"I don't often."
"I can tell. — Maisey Yates

He found himself fighting the urge to reach out and take her chin between his thumb and
forefinger. To tilt her head so that she had to look at him. So that her lips were so close to his a slight
movement would - — Maisey Yates

She didn't hold on. It wasn't healthy. And she was a bastion of positive mental health and good feelings. And stuff. — Maisey Yates

So I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah." His heart rate picked up. She really did make him feel more like a kid than a grown man.
Although the desire she made him feel was certainly a man's desire. "Do you want to have lunch with
me tomorrow?"
"Lunch?"
"Yeah. A picnic. I want to show you this place — Maisey Yates

See? Grumpy. And defensive. If you need help, ask me, you stubborn asshole."
"Right, like you ask for help or time off when your leg hurts?"
"My leg is fine."
"What a coincidence," Cole said. "I'm fine too. I'm so damn fine it's not even funny. Everything's
great. The ranch is great."
"Seems like it."
"Obviously."
"You're as screwed up as I am, — Maisey Yates

Yeah, I will. Why do you
care so much all of a sudden?"
Cade shrugged. "I don't have anything else to do. And like I said ... you and Lark and this ranch
are all I have. Makes you cling to things tighter when you realize how easy it is to lose them. — Maisey Yates

Well, I'm going to say goodbye. There's only so much my ego can take. This was a great growth experience but I can't say I'm eager to stand around and marinate in it. Please don't come buy your muffin from me tomorrow. I hope wherever you do buy one, it has raisins in it. — Maisey Yates

And Amber?"
Cade looked stricken at the mention. "I knew her before she had breasts, so she doesn't count."
"I'm sure she'd love to hear that."
"She won't." His eyes narrowed in warning. "Ever. Now seriously, what's the deal with you and
Kelsey? — Maisey Yates

You haven't met someone. Not a real, good someone anyway. Unless ... Did you really hook up
with Kelsey in Portland?"
"Not your business, kid," he said. "But no."
"You seem to like her a lot."
"She's ... nice." And I'm stuck with her. And he still hadn't figured out quite how to handle it. He
needed to handle it. Fix it.
"Maybe you could ask her out."
"You're cute."
She frowned. "That's patronizing. — Maisey Yates

Yeah." He touched
Kelsey's arm and felt a shock, like static electricity. But this went deeper, beneath his skin. "I'm
going to go see what Cade needs. See you later?"
She licked her lips, the action sending a different kind of electricity down south. What a time for his
libido to make a reappearance. "Yeah. See you later — Maisey Yates

She shook her head and dropped the focus of the light down to the ground. "Well, thanks for ...
everything. Dinner. And stuff. Showing me the ranch."
Why were things so awkward with him?
"Sure." He put his hands in his pockets. "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow. — Maisey Yates

She was shaking. Her hands, her knees and everywhere in between. And kisses did not make her shake.And she didn't kiss men she didn't like. She didn't kiss men in uniforms who had a fetish for order and cleanliness.
She didn't yell at people, either, but right now the yelling was lower on her list of sins than the kissing.
"What did you ... I don't even ... I'm going to go."
She turned, her shoulders stiff, her heart hammering in her ears.
"If I'd known a kiss would have gotten rid of you, I would have kissed you the moment I saw your car sitting on the side of the road."
Oh. That. Did it.
She whirled back around, anger gaining traction in her again. "Well, sure, your kiss got rid of me. Congratulations. Now who's going to help you get rid of the hard-on it gave you? Your right hand? — Maisey Yates

They were just in a normal hotel in the middle of the city. And they were still Sydney and Travis. They weren't any different than the people they were when they'd walked into the room last night. — Maisey Yates

I didn't get here based on lineage, Travis. I'm here because I work hard. The only thing that's blue in my family lineage are the collars. The blood is just red. — Maisey Yates

He relaxed his hands, lifted one and tucked a strand of wispy blonde hair behind her ear. She didn't
move; she only looked at him. He wondered if she felt it too. — Maisey Yates

I have a 100 percent success rate on making it through the day. I don't expect today to be any different." She — Maisey Yates

Probably not." He looked down at his watch. "It's about time for dinner. Do you want to come
down and eat in the lodge? We deliver up to the cabins too, but we also do a family-style dinner."
"Um ... " Did she really want to spend more time with Cole today? Strangely, she found she did.
"That sounds great. — Maisey Yates

She stopped and watched, trying to catch a glimpse of the driver. She failed, but she figured it was too grand an entrance for someone who wanted to Freddy Kruger her, so she was probably good. — Maisey Yates

What the hell, Cade? You knew, and you never thought . . . 'Hey, maybe I should tell my
brother'?"
"No, Cole, I never thought that," Cade said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"And why the hell not? — Maisey Yates

Didn't think she had, and that made her feel relieved he'd put a stop to it. Well, maybe not relieved. She — Maisey Yates

But she didn't pull away from him. If anything, she seemed to sort of melt against him. It was the
first time she'd willingly accepted something from him without getting stiff and defensive and
generally annoyed — Maisey Yates

Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair. — Maisey Yates

How sick are you? Holy crap. Are you dying or something? Is that why you're going on
a retreat and eating only lettuce? — Maisey Yates

He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessive
gesture, and he felt a little bit possessive — Maisey Yates

We're two halves of a whole. We make a lot more sense when we're together. — Maisey Yates

In him, she saw the definition of strength. It didn't mean never showing a crack, it didn't mean not feeling fear or despair. It meant going on anyway. — Maisey Yates

If it makes you feel better, Cole hasn't kissed me at all. Not even affectionately."
"Is that a thing? Are you thinking Cole might kiss you?"
"I don't know."
Alexa frowned. "Do you want him to? — Maisey Yates

I love you," he said. "Every broken piece of you, with every broken piece of me. — Maisey Yates

He laughed and tightened his hold on her, suddenly conscious of the fact that he'd crossed an
invisible line. — Maisey Yates

You don't have to be involved with my parents. Not if you don't want to be. Yes, you're the father,
but you aren't my boyfriend or husband. My family is my problem."
"I do," he said, before he even realized what he was saying. "I do want to be involved. With all of it.
We're talking about really making this work, about making a ... I don't know if we're talking about a
family, not in the traditional sense, but we're in this together, right?"
"I guess."
"That means I get to help you with parent things, and other unpleasantness. And you have to know
my brother. — Maisey Yates

With the relaxing environment of sisterhood and education they were so striving for. Well, obviously. But nobody seemed worried about whether or not Addison felt she had sisterhood, or a relaxing environment for education. She had nothing. Her father had been killed in front of her only days — Maisey Yates

I'll bet he misses it."
"Almost as much as I miss him being on the road."
She frowned. "You don't really mean that."
"Mostly not."
"Good. But I do sort of get it," she said slowly. "The siblings-driving-you-crazy thing. My sisters .
. well, they're perfect. As far as my parents are concerned."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. They're married."
"And that's perfect, huh? What about you? You're successful, right? Your column is pretty big."
"Oh, it's huge," she said, her tone overdramatic, earning a chuckle from Cole. "I'm kind of a big
deal. But I don't have a husband, so ... my parents think maybe I'm not such a big deal."
"So, you're the black sheep."
"Baaaaa."
"Nice."
"Thanks. — Maisey Yates