That’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone.
Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.
We’re all lost. The best chance we got is to wander this life with the people who matter.
Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.
I can’t be the star in your sky when you’re the only star left shining in mine.
Men understand direct communication. It’s bitches who speak in code.
You want sweet dreams, lose the attitude and you might find I’ll give you reason to have them. Tate to Lauren.
Life’s a roller coaster. Best damn ride in the park. You don’t close your eyes, hold on and wait for it to be over, babe. You keep your eyes open, lift your hands straight up in the air and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.
Wherever you are, however you got there, if it’s good, you’re meant to be there either because you earned it or life led you there and you were smart enough to hold on.
The perfect I was looking for wasn’t perfection. The perfect I was looking for was the one. And he was you.
The hot-o-meter started ringing like crazy as hot guys descended on me, my car and Tack from two directions. Boy was I glad I curled my hair.
And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.
You need me. You won’t stay away and you won’t let me go because, baby, you can’t breathe without me.
May feel like you’re falling’, Tabby, but remember, I’m at the bottom ready to catch you.
Any one of those boys wanted to push me around, I’d say bring it on. Hell, I’d pay for one of ’em to move into my house. They don’t even have to do me; just walk around so I can watch. Maybe in a towel.
Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn’t safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through tier blood free to roam.
Ava you missed it when it happened so I’ll clue you in. Last night, around the time you fell asleep against me, you became mine.
At the sight and realisation that I was sleeping next to a naked Liam Nightingale, I’m not embarrassed to admit, I think I had a mini-orgasm.
You’ve been mine since you were eight.
Lady Luck finally saw fit to shine her light on me but life taught me to share. Welcome to the light.