Heather M. Orgeron > Quotes

“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want to be his daddy.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“The heart you’re ignoring is sitting on your sleeve, bleeding freely.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“I’m sorry are only words unless you know what you’re apologizing for.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“Love is supposed to be enough. It’s not supposed to rip you to fucking shreds.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“For the moment, we’re right back there in the place we created, where we are perfect. Where our souls line up without any visible smudges on the seams.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“One in five gets diagnosed with PTSD.” I nod. I know that. “One in five, Katy. Do you know how many American soldiers there are?” “Not sure.” “A million point three. I looked it up last night, and that’s just the army.” I sit there, stunned, as she goes on. One in five. One in five. “Right now, two hundred thousand are homeless. Some can’t adapt back into their old lives. Some never even make it home after they get off the bus.” I stew on her words. I know this is to give me a point of reference for my own progress, but my empathy is winning, and my heart is breaking. She looks at me pointedly. “Twenty-two soldiers kill themselves every single day.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“Yeah, thanks, Gina,” Clarissa chimes in. “Now they’ll all think I’m a ho.” “If the shoe fits, lace that bitch up.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“For the first time since I was stupid enough to let you go, there is nothing but fear standing in our way. Be brave with me, Spence.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Marry the one you’re running toward... not the one you’re running from.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Breakaway

“Tough I fully realize the gravity of the situations I am being placed in, I’m essentially just a boy living out his childhood dreams… playing the ultimate game of war. I always wanted to be a hero. To get the bad guys. That may make me a sick fuck, but there have to be men like me out there. You don’t enlist into infantry without that inherent urge to shoot something and the desire to blow shit up.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in their lives, and more than anything, I pray to God that they will be good fathers, despite the fact that they’ve had no one to show them how.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Taking her tiny hand into both of mine, I lift it to my chest, placing it right over my racing heart. “You feel that?” I rasp, swallowing hard. Her head bobs. “That’s yours. It’s always been. So, the next time you try to convince yourself that you know what’s best for me, I want you to remember what you feel when we’re together.” I touch the pads of my first two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against my skin. “I feel it, too.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just see it now. Cooper Hebert died of blue balls and a broken heart.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant for you and me, Spence.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Kiss me,” I breathe out against his lips. His mouth moves over mine. His kiss is soft, gentle, and exquisitely slow. Our breaths mingle as we take our time exploring forgotten territory. Last night, at the bar, this man’s tongue may have fucked my mouth. But this...this kiss is filled with heart and soul...and so much longing.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“He’s so fucking unconventionally perfect. I don’t know whether I want to kick him in the balls or lick his face.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to his, pleading with him to kiss me.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“She’s not in love,” Spence answers in a mocking tone. “The girl done went and got dickstruck.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again...that I don’t think I’d survive.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can’t think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“You’re stupid. First of all, I need for you to know that.” “Uhhh, thanks?” “That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. What could possibly be more romantic than the man of your dreams swooping in like a white knight? This is your fucking fairytale, bitch, and you’re about to let it slip away...” Gina growls in frustration.




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― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Mrs. Elaine crosses herself, mumbling a string of curses beneath her breath. The sign of the cross and a string of profanities… that about sums this woman up perfectly, God love her.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I would do with his banana...”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Momma doesn’t let me play with hers. Now I can practice for when I’m a mortician!” Hmm. Maybe she’s not faking after all. “Maw-Maw…Mimi…think I could practice on y’all after breakfast?” And. I. Am. Dead. She actually just asked the two oldest women in the room if she could use them as guinea pigs to hone her mortuary makeup skills. This kid is fucking brilliant.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Mourning Wood

“my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces for this man, who lost the love of his life.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, “are still the same old charmer you always were.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Fuck. I don’t remember her being so scary. She’s got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as hell. The term M.I.L.F. now makes all the sense in the world.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“H—his hand is all up under there, and he’s poking his ball sack, so I’m all, ‘What the hell are you doing, Kyle?’ and he lifts his head, serious as shit, and says, ‘Remember when I told you I losed my marbles? I musta swallowed two of ’em, cuz I found ’em. They’re in my nuts!’ ”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Doppelbanger

“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost in the way her body responds to mine.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers