Lynda Chance > Quotes

“You need to have mercy on me, baby," his tone turned slightly threatening, "before I snap."

"I told you to stay the fuck away from him. I told you not to let him touch you. I told you not to let him kiss you. Did he fuckin' kiss you again? You let him fucking touch you again?"

"Am i gonna have to beat the shit out o' him? Is that what it's gonna take?"

"He can't fuck you, Elaina." His hands released her wrists and dropped down until his arms encircled her waist completely. He hugged her to him, running his hands up and down her back. "I get that you're too young for me. I can't have you yet." His hands clenched tight in pure possession. "But baby, you need to take care. You belong to me--" She jerked in his arms and caught him off guard. "I don't belong to you---" His head whipped up to glare at her face and his hand grabbed her chin and lifted it. "You're gonna fckin' belong to me. Just as soon as you get grown, I've told you before. But you need to take care, protect what's mine, or all bets are off and I'll move in now. Your choice. I'll give you time and space but you gotta promise. Nobody fucks you. Now. Promise Now.”
― Lynda Chance, Staking His Claim

“Feel it, baby. Memorize it. Learn to love it, 'cause it's all you'll ever know. Just me. Nobody else.”
― Lynda Chance

“Connor's voice deepened, antagonism coming from every syllable. "Stay the fuck away from her, mother fucker. You touch her one more time--trust me, they'll never find your fucking body.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“Has anyone ever owned your body? Because that's how it would be between us." He bit her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, savoring her taste, her scent, before continuing, "If you were mine, it would appear to the world as if you had a normal life, you might even feel as if your days were your own. But that would be an illusion; it wouldn't be just fucking with you and me. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping with me, it wouldn't be just sex. So, I'm warning you now. I'd own you. I'd own your body; I'd own your orgasms. I'd strip you naked, spread you wide and play with your body to my satisfaction before I'd ever let you experience release. Don't get me wrong, you wouldn't ever want to get away from me, but sweetheart, your life as you know it would be over. So before you ever let me sweet talk you into bed, understand that I'm just a little bit insane when it comes to you. It's the reason I've never put a move on you before, and it's the reason I'm going to let you slip away untouched tonight. I'm going to try my fucking best to stay away from you, but I don't know how long I'll be able to manage it. So if I come at you sometime in the future lying through my teeth and telling you it'll only be for fun, don't you fucking believe me.”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“He'd had bad, bad thoughts about this girl. Never, ever before in his fucking life had he had thoughts like he'd had about her. Usually when he thought about fucking, it was only about fucking. It was about relief. But not with this girl. He wanted to restrain her. He wanted control.”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“Now if he could only get her to agree to have his initials tattooed across the top swell of her breast, he'd be a happy man.”
― Lynda Chance, Marco's Redemption

“high-pitched squeal came from the back of her throat, and she sank her fingers into his hair and lifted her hips against his mouth. He retaliated quickly, sinking his middle finger into her, plunging it inside, again”
― Lynda Chance, Logan & Lauren

“reason I let”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Property

“You can't keep working here. It's not safe for you anymore." His words were flat, spoken as if they pained him. "Not safe?" Her eyes were glued to him, but there was no alarm for her safety in her voice.
"You're seventeen now, Becky." Irritation laced his words. His arms crossed in front of his chest. He leaned back against the table, one booted foot across the other. "You're not a young girl anymore. You can't keep coming here, being alone with me."
"You won't--you won't hurt me. You're the sheriff." Distress slid through her. She had to keep coming here. It was the only way she could see him every day. The only way she had of taking care of him, being with him. Her hands rubbed down her apron in turbulence. The sliding movement pulled her apron and dress down. The material of her bodice tightened next to the soft curves of her breasts. Her breathing was palpable.

"I didn't say I would hurt you, sweetheart.”
― Lynda Chance, The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper

“Her roommate, Allison, had been trying her best to help, but Allison had it easy. She had parents who could be depended on to write out a huge check for living expenses and tuition every semester. Allison was in a sorority, and had begged Jessica to rush with her this last year. But there was no way. Jessica couldn't afford the dues, let alone the clothes and everything else that would be expected of her.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“remembering exactly the force of relief this man could give her—the satisfaction he could give her—the devastation he could wreak on her body and senses. She wanted it all and more, again . . . and again. As if by magic, as if he could read her mind and knew exactly what she wanted, he released her face as his hand drifted to her breast. He pinched her nipple and caressed her”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Seduction

“He was a drowning man, sinking under her spell more and more every day.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“Don’t get me wrong, you wouldn’t ever want to get away from me, but sweetheart, your life as you know it would be over. So before you ever let me sweet talk you into bed, understand that I’m just a little bit insane when it comes to you.”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“His tongue plundered her mouth again, and his hips rocked against her. Jessica felt the power of his erection, moving against her body, shifting restlessly against her. His hand slid from her clit down to her soft opening and he swirled his finger against her. He opened the lips of her sex, and ran his finger slowly up and down. Over and again. He pushed inside a tiny bit and the feeling was incredible. She moaned into his mouth and his lips released hers.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“Her nerves were stressed to the max. Allison had left the day before and had promised to text her when she arrived at her house five hours to the north. She hadn't remembered, but Jessica had sent a text and Allison had responded that she'd made it okay. Jessica didn't blame Allison for forgetting; she imagined she was busy catching up with her parents and little sister. She resolved to get over the pinch of jealousy she felt at the other girl's home life. It wasn't as if Jessica didn't want Allison to have a family, after all, most everyone else did.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“The sound of the husky endearment sent heat and confusion through her. She tried to twist over to her stomach, expecting he'd want to revert back to that, but he had other plans. He lifted her bodily, using his upper-arm strength, and when he flipped over to his back, Jessica found herself on top and straddling him. She sucked in a breath as she felt the hardness of his shaft behind her, pushing into the cheeks of her butt, her feminine softness open, spread across his lower torso.”
― Lynda Chance, The Mistress Mistake

“break?" She stared back at him, but speaking was beyond her. She was so taken aback by the concern and care he couldn't hide. This was just one more aspect of his personality that she was seeing, whether he wanted her to see it or not. She sucked in a ragged breath. She had one thought and one thought only. She was falling in love with the Neanderthal. **** During the evening and night, Logan fed her soup and made her drink Gatorade and lots of water. Lauren knew he'd called someone, she suspected it was his mother, because she'd heard him talking on the phone. After that, he timed her medicine and alternated between giving her ibuprofen and acetaminophen. He took care of her, and she left any worries she might have had to him. Since the following day was Friday, she already knew she wasn't going in to work, and so did her immediate boss. It had been more than obvious when Lauren had left with chills and a fever and he had called out, "See you Monday." She knew he didn't want her spreading what she had all over the office. So Lauren alternated between sleeping through the evening and night, and being taken care of by Logan. All she had to do on her own was pick her way to the bathroom, and a couple of times, she hadn't even had to do that. He'd lifted her up when she'd swayed a little too much for his liking, and deposited her in the bathroom and closed the door. He'd been there waiting for her, ready to carry her back after she opened the door. They watched some television together, and at about midnight, he carried her through to the bedroom and held her as she slept. Lauren couldn't ever remember having had so much fun being sick. She reveled in his care; she luxuriated in the undivided attention he was showing her. Nothing anyone had ever done for her had ever felt so . . . compelling. The next morning when she realized that he wasn't going to go to work, she rebelled against that. "I'm okay. I'm going to live. Please go to work." He frowned in obvious agitation. "Your fever might flare up again." "I just took the ibuprofen. I'll take some more meds in a couple of hours, okay?" He watched her as if debating the idea. "I think you still need me." God, yes, she needed him. "I'll be fine." She watched him warily, a thousand emotions bouncing around in her head. "You can come back after work if you want." He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. "That's a given, baby." **** Lauren went back to work on Monday but was slow to fully get her strength back. Two weeks later, however, she was full steam ahead. She'd laid low at work, put a lot of stuff on the back burner as she recovered from what she guessed was a mild case of the flu. Then one day, feeling much better, she took a look at her upcoming calendar and almost flipped out. She had a full schedule packed into the next ten days or so, starting with an out of town trip. Logan took her out to dinner that evening, and after they'd eaten and she'd delayed as long as she could, she lowered the boom on him. After she told him about the trip, he turned in his seat to stare down at her. He said nothing for a moment, as if not trusting himself to speak. The waiter walked by, and Logan motioned for the check with a jerk of his hand. Every motion of his body indicated his heightened stress level. "Logan, you're overreacting," Lauren chided softly. "Am I?" he asked, staring across the restaurant, out the windows, looking everywhere else but not at her while he drummed his fingers on the table. "Yes. It's no big deal, really, I'll be home before you know it," she tried to soothe. "I don't think you understand," he said flatly as he turned to look at her. Oh, Lauren was pretty sure she did understand and told him so in no uncertain terms. "I”
― Lynda Chance, Pursuit

“She was a hot, slender, gothic mess.”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“both his condo and his downtown office. Furthermore, the ambiance was intrusive; the lighting was harsh and a continual stream of commentaries about sporting events that he didn’t give a shit about blared from several flat-screen televisions scattered around. As he surveyed the room with set features, he acknowledged that the employees”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“ilk”
― Lynda Chance, Rule's Obsession

“Our relationship just changed, Natalie. The orgasm you just gave me--it's a game changer. You understand?”
― Lynda Chance, Marco's Redemption