Eva Tramell Quotes & Sayings

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me. — Sylvia Day

Did we choose love, or did we choose ourselves? — Sylvia Day

What's a little calming distraction for your girlfriend in the midst of world entertainment domination?"
"I'd stop the world from spinning for you."
That silly line oddly touched me. "I love you."
"Liked that one, did you? — Sylvia Day

I have one one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That's it." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay. Whatever. — Sylvia Day

What would I do without you? You're never going to find out. — Sylvia Day

Sex that's planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me ... Listen to yourself. Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a pre-approved orifice? (Eva to Gideon) — Sylvia Day

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there's no end in sight. I don't know what the fuck you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me. — Sylvia Day

I've got a call on hold to send your way," she said. "And I hope it's personal, because holy hell is his voice smokin' hot. He sounds like S-E-X rolled in chocolate and covered in whipped cream."
Nervous excitement raised the hairs on my nape. "Did he give his name?"
"Yep. Brett Kline. — Sylvia Day

You have a transportation fetish.
I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks. — Sylvia Day

Why? Why would you do that?"
"You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine. — Sylvia Day

I want to sympathize, I do, but the love triangle is just too delicious. The determined rock star and the possessive billionaire. Rawr. — Sylvia Day

Keep looking at me like that,"
he warned, leaning casually into the counter and sipping his coffee.
"see what happens."
"i'm going to lose my job over you."
"i'd give you another one."
i snorted. "as what? your sex slave?"
"what a provocative suggestion. let's discuss. — Sylvia Day

Honestly, Gideon Cross had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind. — Sylvia Day

I love you", he murmured, his fingertips brushing my tears. "Do you feel it?"
"Yes. — Sylvia Day

My choices were either too much alcohol or a whirl with my vibrator, and I was damned if I'd have a battery-provided orgasm starring Dark and Dangerous. — Sylvia Day

When I come, I come for you.
Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt. And it'll be that way for you in
reverse. My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.
Gideon — Sylvia Day

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up. — Sylvia Day

If you think," he began, "that being sober and working steadily broke my bullshit meter, now you know better. I knew you were nailing Cross again from the moment you started back up."
Biting into my taco, I shot him a skeptical look.
"Eva honey, don't you think that if there were another man in New York who could bang it out all night like Cross, I would've found him by now? — Sylvia Day

Why?" He frowned. "You know there's no one else for either of us. What are you waiting for? — Sylvia Day

I flipped the good doctor the bird.
Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall.
"What is it with you and giving people the finger?"
"What? It's a classic. — Sylvia Day

Eva," she said exasperated. "You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats!"
Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in "Reflected in You — Sylvia Day

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon. — Sylvia Day

I'm fighting here, with everything I've got. Fight for me too. — Sylvia Day

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow. — Sylvia Day

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on. — Sylvia Day

Cary rocked back on his heels and twirled one index finger around another in a sign meaning, wrapped around your finger.
Only fair, I thought, since he was wrapped around my heart. — Sylvia Day

You're my wife, Eva. I don't care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night. — Sylvia Day

If you're going to give him a second chance, I should get one, too. — Sylvia Day

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.
The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground. — Sylvia Day

Gideon brought into my life. The acceptance and the love. The safety. Gideon had given me my freedom back, a life without terror. Giving him vows in return was too simple a repayment for that. — Sylvia Day

I love you, Gideon."
"God." He looked at me with something that resembled disgust. Whether it was directed at me or himself, I didn't know. "How can you say that?"
"Because it's the truth."
"You just see this" - he gestured at himself with a wave of his hand. "You're not seeing the fucked-up, broken mess inside."
I inhaled sharply. "You can say that to me? When you know I'm fucked up and broken, too? — Sylvia Day

You definitely have the voice for phone sex, but I've got to go. I have a date with my vibrator."
"Oh, Eva." Cross spoke my name in a decadent purr. "You're determined to drive me to my knees, aren't you? What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B.O.B. — Sylvia Day

It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him.
"I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you. — Sylvia Day

Othing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I'm no saint. — Sylvia Day

If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined. — Sylvia Day