Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.
He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.
That leaves Decker and what’s his name, Mr. I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt.
He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.
I really like writing heroes who arent necessarily Hollywood handsome. Personally, I think men who are self-confident, intelligent, and funny are outrageously attractive – and my heroines tend to think that, too!
What’s the point of complaining. It just makes the people around you feel bad too.” – Savannah.
Bobby laughed. Not at loud. He would never laugh in his best friend face when he went into overprotected brother mode. But inside in his own head, he was rolling over the floor in hysterics. Outside of his head, he only lifted a quizzed eyebrow.
Relentless repetition was usually needed when dealing with alcohol and idiots.
And I’m standing there, and I think, damn. I think, this is it. I’m going to die. Right here, right now – simply because I am a black man in an American city.
I have an IQ that could gain me admission to the damn Mensa Society, but that’s not what people see when they look at me. They can’t see any of that. They can only see the color of my skin. They see a six-foot-five black man. They see someone they think might be armed and dangerous.
You’d think the jolt of suddenly being hit by a human bullet would’ve woken the guy up, but he’d completely checked into the stupor suite at the Hotel Hypoxia.
What assignment?” Lucky asked. “If it’s training an all-woman SEAL team, then, yes, thank you very much, I’m your man.
Comedy equals tragedy plus time.
You know, I’ve seen ‘Beavis and Butthead,’ and I thought it was just some warped fictional exaggeration of male immaturity, but I can see now that the show is based on you.
Y’all can think of me as the voice of God. I say it, you obey it, or there’ll be hell to pay.
Would you look at that? Richards is a woman. I hadn’t realized. We better make her stay behind, Captain. She might get PMS and go postal.
God knows without hope, very few could survive.
After we got back to the office, I wanted to show you his picture, and I had one on my phone, but it was so small, so I downloaded it onto my computer. Or was that your computer? Wasn’t that when you just got your Mac?” During the past year, Lindsey had become one of those obnoxious PowerBook users. Anytime anyone had trouble opening or downloading a file using their PC, Lindsey would nod and say, “That wouldn’t happen with my computer.
Oh, man. Yeah, Wes was going to kill him. But before he did, Bobby would ask them to put four words on his tombstone : It Was Worth It.
He was Lieutenant again. Which meant he was so screwed. Sam or even Roger would have had at least a slim chance of talking her out of bringing him in, but not Lieutenant Starrett.