Alexandra Kiley > Quotes

“His eyes were like the fairy pools, vast and endlessly deep. Like if she fell into them, she’d never come out again—and she was very ready to fall.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“I want to read all your stories and I want to be a part of them. I have your history, Brooke. I want your future, too.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“Addie Macrae’s internal compass was irreparably damaged. For all the traveling she did, and the relative ease of navigating a city with English street signs, Edinburgh’s jigsaw puzzle of gray-toned buildings and twisting streets left her head spinning. Under different”
― Alexandra Kiley, Kilt Trip

“I love you,” she said on a whisper and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I always have.”
A single tear leaked out of her eye and Jack brushed it away with the pad of his thumb. “I never stopped.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“You know what I like about us?” she asked. “I tell stories with words and you tell them with pictures.” She turned back to look at him with her ocean eyes, her dark hair spinning out in a wave.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“Tears slipped down Addie’s cheeks. For a mother’s enveloping hug she could no longer curl into. The questions she could no longer ask. What’s your peach crisp recipe? Would I look good with pink hair? How was your day?”
― Alexandra Kiley, Kilt Trip

“There’s a loneliness you carry deep in your bones when you’ve lost a mother, and I find the only way to soothe it is to share her with others.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Kilt Trip

“You want to know something?” Brooke pulled her wallet from her jacket pocket. She slipped the ripped piece of printer paper from the sleeve and unfolded it. “I could never quite part with this.”

Jack’s biggest smile spread across his face before he pressed a hard kiss against her forehead. “You want to know something?”

He adjusted his hold on her, reached for his wallet in his front pocket, and Brooke’s breath hitched.

“Really?” she asked as he pulled out the other half, unfolded it, matched it up to hers like a love locket.

“I could never part with it, either.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“She was drowning in memories of him, tossed around by the ones they never got to make, all those wasted nights dreaming about a future that’d never materialized. She was terrified to look him in the eye, to open a connection that had always felt so intimate and inevitable. Afraid she might remember the mornings they’d lain in bed, foreheads pressed together, too close to focus on the autumn brown of his eyes, but still not close enough.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“She’d spent enough hours making eyes at Jack Sutherland. She could interpret what she saw in them with one hundred percent clarity. It wasn’t the look of someone who’d never cared. It was the look of someone who *still* cared.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“You want to know something?” Brooke pulled her wallet from her jacket pocket. She slipped the ripped piece of printer paper from the sleeve and unfolded it. “I could never quite part with this.”
Jack’s biggest smile spread across his face before he pressed a hard kiss against her forehead. “You want to know something?”
He adjusted his hold on her, reached for his wallet in his front pocket, and Brooke’s breath hitched.
“Really?” she asked as he pulled out the other half, unfolded it, matched it up to hers like a love locket.
“I could never part with it, either.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“I come up here for the reminder that there’s a world out there with lots of people with much bigger problems than mine. When my life feels out of my control, when the expectations feel like too much.” Like a camera, up here he zoomed out and the perspective shifted, bringing different details into focus.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered

“We made it,” he said, his voice heavy with the double meaning and light with hope. Against all odds, they had.
Brooke felt like a different person on this side of the trail. Forged by wind and rain, despair and courage, hope and love.
And she also felt brave and fearless like she had back then. Like she was getting her happy ending after all.”
― Alexandra Kiley, Scot and Bothered