Sometimes my dreams feel so real it’s hard to believe they’re just the subconscious’s stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north.
The single greatest advantage anyone can take into any battle is hope.
Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.
Temptation isn’t a sin that you triumph over once, completely and then you’re free. Temptation slips into bed with you each night and helps you say your prayers. It wakes you in the morning with a friendly cup of coffee, and knows exactly how you take it.
A little blood never bothers me.
Barrons: “He got upset it wouldn’t shut up and tore its head off.” Mac: “The child?” I gasped.
Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren’t humanly possible – not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.
How could they let me grow up like that – happy and pink and stupid?
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.
Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don’t get the role too often.
He pulls me around and kisses me. “You’re Mac,” he says. “And I’m Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?” I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one’s best to love.
You’ve been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.
How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?
Jericho Barrons was my poison now.
Pretty girls don’t have ugly mouths.
Hard. Fast. Deep. When I’m done you’ll know you’re mine.
There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.
He wasn’t handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.