Amy Andrews > Quotes

“Must not do evil tycoon in garden.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“But damn it, if he could be nonchalant about a woman rubbing herself against his giant erection like it was a stripper’s pole, then so could she.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“Nathaniel suddenly felt as if he’d been plonked into an I Dream of Jeannie episode.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.”
― Amy Andrews, Seduced by the Baron

“Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it’s probably good for you.
Julia wasn’t so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn’t led her wrong so far.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Please give me a chance to make you happy. I make this promise to you in this beautiful garden you fought so hard for, that I will spend every day putting you first.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“There were only two things he was really good at. Riding bulls and satisfying women.
But Joss wasn’t just another woman to him. Deep in his bones he knew she was special.
She was the eight-second ride. The gold buckle.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.”
― Amy Andrews, Limbo

“I bet if cancer of the penis was more prevalent there’d be a cure for this fucker. I bet if dicks were being amputated or dropping off left, right and centre there’d have been a cure decades ago. There’d be a whole fucking government dick department dedicated to it.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Rubbing herself against a sleeping man just wasn’t on. It was morally questionable. Probably illegal. Definitely icky. But why oh why did bad things always feel so damn good? Just once more, she promised herself as she pushed back into him again. “Addie, I am not made of stone.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?” she demanded. “What are you, like fifteen?” She eyed him in disgust. “I can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was about comfort and solace. About helping you to forget for a while.”

Ethan blinked as the full magnitude of her words pelted him like shrapnel. “Oh my God. It was a pity fuck?”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Lie

“Love is a risk. It always is. None of us is guaranteed a long life. But love takes courage.”
― Amy Andrews, Ask Me Nicely

“Sure. Although I should give you fair warning. I can’t promise to be so gentlemanly again should you get horny at five a.m. tomorrow morning.”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“Stop now,” he warned, low and husky, “or forever hold your peace.” Addie froze, mortified. “I’m…” What? I’m what? Depraved? Disturbed? Disgusting? How long had he been awake?”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.”
― Amy Andrews, Seduced by the Baron

“How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven.”
Twenty-seven. Older than she’d thought. But still… “I’m thirty-four.”
He lifted a shoulder. “So?”
So? Joss sighed. “That’s seven years older than you.”
He grinned. “Seven years more experienced.”

Joss suppressed the urge to laugh hysterically. If he thought he’d be getting some kind of well-honed tantric experience from her, he’d be sorely let down. She was too damn tired to be some kind of Mrs. Robinson.

Like he even needed one.
“Look, you’re very sweet—”
His dramatic wince interrupted her. “Is there where you pat me on the head and tell me to run along now?”
It was Joss’s turn to laugh. “Something like that.”
“Are you sure I can’t interest you?” He set his broad grin to stun. “I’m really very good with my hands.”
Joss didn’t doubt it. “To which my flat tire can attest. But trust me, there are plenty of pretty girls your age in town who would happily volunteer for a demonstration.”
And Joss was blindingly envious of every one of them.
He slid his hands into his back pockets and set his jaw. “What if I don’t want a girl? What if I want a woman?”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Ivy just had to look at him to know that Dean Bennet would never look at her. He was the kind of guy who dated flamenco dancers or famous actresses or multi-lingual international human rights lawyers. Not sheltered little daddy’s girls who could barely look at him without turning red.”
― Amy Andrews, The Colonel's Daughter

“I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I’m battered and bruised and I’m tougher, but I’m still here. I’m scared to death, but I’m more frightened of a life without you.”
― Amy Andrews, Ask Me Nicely

“Josie blinked. What the hell? It had been a long time since she’d been kissed so thoroughly. So masterfully. So…absolutely. His kisses had blown her mind.”
― Amy Andrews, No More Mr. Nice Guy

“All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long and hard. To reach the pinnacle as fast as he could, to leap off the edge and truly leave all his earth-bound worries behind.
He was a cave man.
He was a Neanderthal.
He was fucking Cro-Magnon.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Lie

“He kissed her then. Not tentative. Not polite.
This was no first-kiss kiss. It was demanding. Dirty. And it went on and on. Deep, open-mouthed, head-twisting, tongue-fucking, rock’n’roll kissing.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Nathaniel’s gaze fell on the crystal-encrusted pendant around her neck. “You own a shop that sells crystals?”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“She felt sorry for him. A hippie chick who looked like she bought her clothes at Oxfam and a puff of wind could blow her over?”
― Amy Andrews, Taming the Tycoon

“I’ll wash. Looks like brute strength is required.”

Matilda wasn’t about to argue. Might as well put those ridiculous muscles to good use. “I doubt I could write them into submission somehow.”

“No,” Tanner agreed, heading to the sink and flicking on the taps, intent on filling the industrial size sink and agitating the water as he squirted in some detergent. “You could, however, write about how I heroically and uncomplainingly scrubbed pots for hours while being witty and charming all at the service of some of the city’s less fortunate.”

“You want me to add in how woodland animals came in from the alley to befriend you?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“Faith had given up on the whole one-day-my-prince-will-come romantic bullshit”
― Amy Andrews, Seduced by the Baron

“Poppy Devine did not deserve cancer. Poppy was sweet and industrious and careful and measured and always, always did the right thing. If anyone deserved cancer it was Julia. Julia was loud and opinionated and disagreeable. Rude, some might even say. She went out with bad men, took unnecessary risks, pushed people to their limits, swore like a sailor and flipped the bird more than any female in the history of the world.
It should be her number coming up in the cancer lottery.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. “We’re not having sex here tonight.” Even as she said it, she rode his thigh harder. Troy’s eyes almost rolled back in his head at her barely leashed restraint, at the buck of hips that didn’t seem to buy the message her mouth was selling.
“Okay,” he agreed. If she chose to dry hump him all the way to orgasm beneath a billion stars he’d be in that.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she’d known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.”
― Amy Andrews, Seduced by the Baron

“As if your ego needs any more stroking. If it took form right now it’d be a giant hard on.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“He slid the jack beneath the frame. “I’m down here now...Might as well go all the way.”
Joss shut her eyes as his words conjured other things he could do while he was down there.
Oh God. She was going to hell.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy