Beck Oliver Quotes & Sayings

As Beck drove out of the garage, he gave the parking attendants a big toothy smile and a wave. "There's some snow on the fifth level. Thought ya might like to know. Y'all have a nice day, now!" he called out.
No wonder Dad liked working with you. — Jana Oliver

When I'm near you, the air around you vibrates with life, Beck Ryker. — Tess Oliver

I'm home. Ya happy now?' Beck's gravelly voice demanded. 'Yes, I am.' 'Yer' treatin' me like i'm some idiot kid,' he complained. 'Gee, I wonder where I learned that?' He hung up on her. — Jana Oliver

Paul sold his soul for you, didn't he?' Riley turned towards him, astonished, 'How did you know?' Beck adjusted the blanket again. 'I just figured it out. That's what a man should do for his daughter. Or his woman.' He looked her straight in the eyes. 'I'd do it for you if it kept ya safe,' he said tenderly. He'd go to Hell for me. In that instant, Riley knew she'd do the same for him. — Jana Oliver

What about Beck?"
"Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure. — Jana Oliver

That's Denver Beck, isn't it? Paul mentioned him. What's he like?" Ori asked.
"Oh, where do I start? Beck's mouthy and he lives to tell me what to do." In short, he's so not you. "Why do you want to know?"
A glimmer appeared in Ori's dark eyes.
"Just scoping out the competition. — Jana Oliver

Beck finished his call. Once he was paying attention again, she pointed downward with the pipe. Peering over the edge of the building, he blinked at the sight, then grinned.
"Good job. Remind me not to piss ya off. Ya might think of usin' that on me sometime."
"So tempting," she said. Except I'd aim for your knees. Your head's too hard. — Jana Oliver

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.
That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart. — Jana Oliver

What did ya learn from this dumbass stunt?"
Here's where she was supposed to apologize, promise to be a good little girl and never do anything like this again.
Screw that.
Riley locked eyes with him. "I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons. — Jana Oliver

Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?"
Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words.
"Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to. — Jana Oliver

She was a journeyman trapper and caretaker of Denver Beck's heart. Even Hell knew her name.
Blackthorne's daughter would never settle for "okay" ever again.
From now on, it's awesome or nothing. — Jana Oliver

Yes!' Beck crowed, pumping his fist into the air. 'That rocks!' Then he charged off in search of another Three to decapitate. Riley sighed to herself. 'I've created a monster. — Jana Oliver

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me. — Jana Oliver

Simon had
been all lined up and he'd managed to throw away the best girl he'd ever meet.
"What a dumbass," Beck muttered. "No way I'd have done that. — Jana Oliver

Beck must have seen how frightened she was because his expression softened. He leaned close, and whispered, "Do ya trust me, Riley?"
Tears built in her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, trembling in fear. Always.
"Then it'll be all right," he replied. Beck gently placed a kiss on her forehead. — Jana Oliver

Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?" she urged. "I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister."
"Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?" He snorted. "I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember."
"Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare. — Jana Oliver

The poet Mary Oliver did this in one of her poems, brazenly asking, "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" If you're afraid you've come to this question too late, you are wrong. Ask your Stargazer self. It will tell you what my fallen-noble friend Marianna told me in one of my darker hours: that the world is re-created in every instant of time, and this moment is always your life's beginning. No matter how many years have been stolen from you by your own ignorance, by cruel fate, or by the acts of others, you have a clean, broad slate before you. In this instant - this one now - you can begin steering by starlight, and if you do, the rest of creation will conspire to guide, teach, and help you. — Martha N. Beck

Ya've got no respect, woman," Beck retorted. After the door closed behind him she realized what he'd said.
"Woman?" He wasn't calling her girl any longer.
If that wasn't a sign the world was ending, what other proof did she need? — Jana Oliver

I'll be there for ya, girl. No matter what.
Beck took a deep breath and released it slowly. He had to stay strong for her, make the tough decisions. It was best that Paul's daughter never know how he felt about her. There'd be less hurt that way, for both of them.
Just keep her safe, God. I can settle for that. — Jana Oliver

I should go. Stewart's waitin' for me. Says he wants to teach me how to use a sword properly.' Riley hooted. 'Can I watch? This should be totally hilarious.' 'Ya've got no respect woman.' Beck retorted. After the door closed behind him she realized what he'd said. 'Woman?' He wasn't calling her girl any longer. — Jana Oliver

Ya hafta be there for Beck. He only has you."
Riley sighed. "I'll get the car. — Jana Oliver

Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the feel of her against his body, the light scent of her perfume, the in her eyes that told him he was the center of her universe. It was a new and totally overwhelming experience. — Jana Oliver

I'm not going to faint at the sight of your butt,' she said. 'Ya might, and I don't want that on my conscience,' he said, tossing the jeans aside. — Jana Oliver

Don't start," he warned.
"What?" she said, grinning. "I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses. — Jana Oliver

Kiss my ass, demon!' Beck whooped, and shot a first in the air. — Jana Oliver

He slid his hand onto Riley's bare abdomen. "I got to thinkin' that a few years down the line, when yer older, what if that was our baby and I could feel it right here under my hand. Feel the life we'd created."
Riley's eyes moistened. "Girl or boy?"
"Doesn't matter. If it's a girl, we can name her after my gran. Her name was Emily Rose."
"Hmm ... I like that. Maybe the boy could be Paul Arthur, like my dad."
"Yeah, that works. But that's all the way down the line, isn't it?" It might never come to pass. — Jana Oliver

It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again. — Jana Oliver

She knew what he had in mind.
He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday.
There was no doubt as to what her answer would be. — Jana Oliver

When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change."
Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire.
And then they became one. — Jana Oliver

Were ya really tryin' to stab that demon in the ass?"
Riley groaned. "No, I was aiming for its leg, and it moved. I looked like a total dork."
Not to me. — Jana Oliver

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs. — Jana Oliver