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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It’s like I’m staring at a movie of what my life—our life—could have been.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“If you ever get tested”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Heartbreak Warfare

“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“What did you just call him?” “Rufus is a stupid name,” she says with a shrug. I choke on air. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. What even is a Rufus anyway?” “A name,” I answer. “A manly name for a manly dog.” “He looks like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. It had to be changed.” “You can’t just change a dog’s name. He’s eight months old. He likes his name. He knows it.” “Does he?” she asks, arching a brow. Jesus, she looks so much like her mother right now it’s almost scary. “Rufus.” I whistle. “Come here boy.” He lets out a whimper, but stays rooted in place, his eyes trained on the girl with the snacks. “Sprinkles, come.” Priss points to the floor. That traitor rises to all fours, looking more regal than Queen Elizabeth herself as he marches to her side. Man’s best friend, my ass. “Good boy,” she says, stuffing another treat into his mouth. “Sprinkles, sit.” He sits. “Shake,” she says, holding out her hand for his paw. “You taught him all of that in less than two hours?” “Uh-huh. Wasn’t hard. I watched some dog training videos.” “Let me guess, YouTube?” She grins. “Well, it worked.” “I see that.” “So…Sprinkles?” She steeples her hands in front of her face, poking out her lip for added drama. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of how my beast of a dog became a pansy.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Mourning Wood

“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

“How ’bout you take this Cajun injector here,” I say, gripping the steel rod in his shorts, “and give me a shot of protein instead.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that’s all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“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

“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 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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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