Victoria Dahl Quotes & Sayings

You know that's not what I mean! I just ... I don't know what to do with men. I get nervous. I make too many jokes. I act like a kid sister instead of their fantasy sex machine. — Victoria Dahl

Can we go inside, Eve?
She inhaled quietly at the way his voice wrapped around her name. One deep syllable that had always made her wish she was called something longer and more complicated. Genevieve or Isabella. Something that would take him full seconds to say so she could feel it rumble over her skin. — Victoria Dahl

I've had a rough six months, okay?" she cried. "Little Blue was my last friend,
and frankly the last time his batteries ran out I had a fleeting moment of panic
that he'd been compromised! — Victoria Dahl

Pictures of the corners of life that no one else saw. — Victoria Dahl

That werewolf fantasy would be a hard one to pull off. She'd have to troll through the forest in high heels, just praying one of the scruffy campers was actually a raving beast. — Victoria Dahl

Jane Morgan had ruined him. Ridden him hard and put him up wet. He might never recover.
Mentally he was even worse off. Who was this girl? — Victoria Dahl

Ben hid a wince behind his hand, trying very hard not to think of seventy-year-old Ellie Verstgard rolling around with Mr. Wenner. Despite his best resistance, the image scrolled across his brain and took some of his love for the world with it. — Victoria Dahl

But she beat that voice down and stomped on it with imaginary work boots. Those steel-toed monsters were good for something. — Victoria Dahl

So ... you like her, Gabe?' Lauren pressed.
'Yes,' he answered, starting work on his spreadsheet again in an effort to stave off more questions.
'She's great, isn't she?'
Shit. A smile tugged at his mouth and Lauren was standing right next to him. No question she could see it. He tried to cover himself by changing the subject. — Victoria Dahl

You're walking around here with a smile on your face, Asher. It's freaking everybody out. — Victoria Dahl

She reached to give him an awkward hug, and when he hugged her back, his hand accidentally
touched her belly. It was surprisingly hard and something shifted beneath the surface.
"Oh, shit!" he yelped, jerking back.
"What's wrong?"
"It, uh, moved."
"Feels like an alien, doesn't it? I swear to God, I have nightmares that it's going to burst out of my stomach like a monster. But I think it's pretty
harmless. — Victoria Dahl

She'd never felt more powerful. She wanted to do this again. In an hour. In the middle of the night. In the morning. She wanted to wake up like this, shaking and strong and whole and broken all at once. — Victoria Dahl

Lori sat way back in her chair and gave him the once-over. What in the world's gotten into Ben Lawson? jokes? Flirting? Maybe I should sleep with Molly. I think she's got a magic hooha. — Victoria Dahl

Apparently falling slowly is a scientific impossibility. Falling means that you're not in control, doesn't it? I should've considered that. — Victoria Dahl

She might not do it tonight, and she might not do it with that French boy, but she was going to get laid, and soon, because she was forty-three years old and she damn well needed it. — Victoria Dahl

He smelled the way a man should smell when he was in your bed and working hard for it. — Victoria Dahl

You did not look like that on the basketball court in high school." "Like what?" He shook his head. "I swim." "To where?" The male ego kicked in, if a bit belatedly, and Quinn's laughter sounded very pleased. "I swim sometimes when I can't sleep." "Mmm. Molly says you have insomnia." "I do." "I can see that. — Victoria Dahl

He pushed up a little, raising his head to look into her eyes. After a moment, weariness settled into his features. "It's too late regardless. I'm yours now."
I'm yours. The beautiful opposite of what Peter White had said to her. You're mine now, he'd crowed, as if she were a purchased treat. The difference, it seemed, between a boy and a man. Just as Jude had promised. — Victoria Dahl

I like you, Miss York, because you are wicked, and there can be no finer blessing for a man than a good and wicked wife. Wouldn't you agree? — Victoria Dahl

It wasn't funny."
"Oh, mon coeur. It was the funniest thing I've ever heard."
"Jude!" she cried, stomping her foot before she realized she'd done it.
"I'd kiss you now if I wasn't sure that you'd bit me."
She would. She'd nip that obnoxious smile right off his face.
"Now I know why you're so good at it. Kissing. You've had loads of practice. — Victoria Dahl

I'll need hot water for washing." Hart barked.
Wellford murmured, "Immediately sir," as he bowed back out the door. He did not say, "Of course, sir. I bring you hot water every single morning, even when you haven't debased yourself for a woman. — Victoria Dahl

Emma snapped from her daze. She sat forward and slid to ground so quickly that Hart was forced to scoot back.He fell to his backside, suddenly struck with the image of how he must look: sprawled on the floor with a cockstand, a pair of pink drawers in his fist. Utterly ridiculous. Corrupt. Depraved. Hart couldn't help but grin. — Victoria Dahl

I'm a man of strong physical needs, but I'm clearly a romantic at heart. — Victoria Dahl

And judging by what she'd been saying when he walked in, she was also fond of penises. He really couldn't overlook such an important aspect of her personality. — Victoria Dahl

You take control, Emma," he whispered. The words tickled her ear, he spoke them so close. Shivers raced down her neck, down her chest and her belly. "Take control of me. Come to me." Her neck arched, wanting his mouth to bite her. "If you do Emma, I may give you what you want. Or I may offer more than you can handle. Risk. That's what you like, isn't it? So play with fire. Play with me. — Victoria Dahl

Merry started and shook her head. No, even if the man were naked and in her shower right now, she could never just climb in there and start manhandling him. Not even in a fantasy. Because what she'd really do is screw up the courage to slip into the shower naked, and then she'd stand there awkwardly while he soaped himself. She'd probably crack a joke. Then make an excuse about how crowded it was and just slip away. — Victoria Dahl

This is so weird. I feel like bambi just morphed into a raging nymphomaniac. — Victoria Dahl

In fact, I think you're a genius, Quinn. And I think I'm a genius for picking you." "Revisionist history. You didn't pick me. I inserted myself into your sordid plan." Lori grinned. "Right again. You are a genius at inserting yourself, Quinn Jennings. — Victoria Dahl

Despite the man's intimidating mountain-man looks, Wallace dated men, women and some people who seemed to skate between genders. — Victoria Dahl

Of course not," she snapped. "I'm only thirsty. Would you play the gallant and find me a glass of lemonade?"
"I assume 'lemonade' is code for wine? — Victoria Dahl

I wouldn't yell 'fire' at that slimeball if his ass was in flames. — Victoria Dahl

Yes, she was imperfect. But that didn't mean she wasn't also spectacular. — Victoria Dahl

I think I'd better plead the fifth."
"Isn't that an admission of guilt, Detective?"
"Legally, it's a neutral position."
"Oh, but it's morally damning, isn't it?"
"Morally?" His deep brown eyes sparkled and the weight in Tessa's belly melted all over her insides. "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "Morally, it's a big problem. — Victoria Dahl

We just went out for dinner. We didn't participate in a Roman orgy, I swear. — Victoria Dahl

Edward, it will take time to find a willing and acceptable match, won't it? Decent men do not hang about at crossroads just waiting for ruined women to take them home. — Victoria Dahl

Thank God she wasn't wearing shorts. She hadn't shaved her legs in a week, theorizing that October in the mountains was pretty darn cold and she might need the extra layer of insulation. — Victoria Dahl

Really, Your Grace. Crooking your little finger again? At least buy me a bauble before you try to tup me in the carriage. — Victoria Dahl

Aw, hell, Tessa. I was in ninth grade. By the time I got to the part where I imagined a girl without panties on, it was all over. — Victoria Dahl

Buddies didn't have touchable breasts or intriguing vaginas. Buddies were people you burped around and bragged to about other women. — Victoria Dahl

You're looking for a man who can fix you?"
"No! I don't expect a man to fix me! I'm not an idiot. I just want a man I can hide behind."
Chase's eyebrows flew high. His mouth twitched up, and Jane felt her mouth twitch, too.
"Jane, I'm no Dr. Phil, but I'm pretty sure you're certifiably fucked-up."
"Shut up!"
"It's true. Man, if I wasn't already in love with you, I'd be out of here. — Victoria Dahl

He stood there a moment longer, fantasizing once again of rescuing Lori Love. She'd turned out to be a damsel in distress after all, but not the innocent, helpless kind. No, she was a damsel of a different sort. The brave kind who fought and lied and stole and did really dirty things with the knight in shining armor. Just before she sent him on his way with a pat on the back. And that was that. — Victoria Dahl

I don't bake cookies. I don't want to take care of a man. I'm bitchy. I'm demanding. I want my own space and free time, and when I'm in a bad mood, I'll tell you and I'll use bad language while I do it. — Victoria Dahl

Yes," she spat. "I am quite picky. Often I like my seductions to consist of more than 'Hallo there. are to spread your knees for a duke?' Silly miss that I am. — Victoria Dahl

On the contrary, I like men. They are polite and helpful and necessary for dancing. And men are so handsome and different, aren't they?"
"Not all of us, clearly, but I'll let that go. — Victoria Dahl

He was crushing. Hard. Veronica was cute and sweet and smart. And the sex was fucking fantastic. — Victoria Dahl

Divorce hadn't devastated her. She'd felt awful for her son, but God, she'd felt free, and she'd hoped that a happy mom was more important for Sawyer than a married one. — Victoria Dahl

Yeah, I'm kind of proud of myself, too. I was a fucking sex ninja. — Victoria Dahl

She was a goddamn unicorn of selfishness. — Victoria Dahl

Don't be maudlin. You're a librarian, for God's sake. Toughen up. — Victoria Dahl

I think he could handle being used. It would be good for him. He's having trouble sleeping. — Victoria Dahl