John W. Mefford > Quotes

“Is your passion driven by love or resentment?”
― John W. Mefford, Booker Box Set #2

“Carella: “How?” Bruno: “Couple of them traded punches. One of the contractors pulled out a knife and threatened Beck. Margaret put a gun to the contractor’s head, and he put the knife away. It just got worse from there. We were getting loud, out of control. It was strange… without any real discussion, the contractors grabbed their stuff and took off in a different direction, saying they’d survive better on their own.”
― John W. Mefford, The Alex Troutt Thriller Series #1-3

“system administrators were taking care of the machines, moving them away from the outside wall, laying down towels to soak up the rain water,”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“system administrators were taking care of the machines,”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“replaying the last fifteen minutes. A single tear escaped and slid down her cheek, hung”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“tiny seed of doubt sprouting inside her gut. Could this life-altering affair be nothing more than a one-sided mirage? She couldn’t keep her journalistic instincts from attempting to connect dots. She recalled every possible aversion of her lover’s eyes, each word of affirmation that may not have been as sincere and heartfelt as the previous. And now this. Karina released an audible breath and brought her hand to her head. She felt the sharp edge of her one-quarter-karat, pear-shaped diamond engagement ring, and thought about Reinaldo, her Brazilian husband of the last ten years. There had been some good times … moments she’d always remember. But as she recalled the hikes up Pikes Peak, the mountainous bike rides, and games of pool while drinking a few beers, she admitted that Reinaldo had been nothing more than a friend—a convenient friend at that. But one who had helped her produce two kids, two adorable little rug rats. Would they ever look at Mommy the same way, if they found out who the real Karina was? When they found out. Karina couldn’t let her insecurities question her new path in life—a path she’d ignored far too long. Determined to make this relationship work, her mind sharpened, and she leaned over the side of the bed and snatched her smartphone from the back pocket of her khakis. No sweet text messages. She licked her lips, then scrolled to her contacts and tapped the cell number. “Hi, Karina. Miss me already?” the voice on the other end asked. Karina couldn’t help but smile. “I just wanted to hear your voice again before I packed up my things and strolled back into my old life.” “I know what you mean,” Karina’s lover said. “You don’t have a spouse and two kids,” Karina said with a tone more harsh than she’d intended. “Oh, sorry.” “Not a problem. I get it. I really do.” A wave of emotion overcame Karina. A single tear bubbled out of the corner of her eye and she sniffled. “Are you okay, dear?” “I …” “You can tell me, Karina. We share everything.” “I just wanted our evening together to be special. You mean so much to me … how I see myself. How I see our future.” “I’m so sorry my work got in our way. Just know that you hold a special place in my heart.” Karina could hear sincerity, which warmed her heart. “I love you.” “I love you too, Karina.” Muffled sounds broke Karina’s concentration. Was that another person’s voice? “What was that noise? Where are you?” Tension rippled up her spine. “Oh, I just walked in my door. I’m exhausted, dear. Let’s make plans for early next week. We can both relax and have some fun at my new place. We can talk about our future.” The pressure in Karina’s head eased. They kissed into”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“Fate. By the very definition, you can’t plan it...stuff just happens. But you also can’t sit there and wait for life to deliver kindness and love to your doorstep. You have to seek it out, and once you find it, even in small doses, it’s up to you to treasure it, make the most of it.”
― John W. Mefford, The Ozzie Novak Thrillers: Books 4-6

“down to her long, shapely legs. Unselfishly, she relieved my tension, and we cemented our loving bond. Spooning each other,”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“The lawyer: “Bruno, I must interject here and advise you not to say anything further. You releasing your demons will only damage your reputation and could get you into more trouble.”
― John W. Mefford, The Alex Troutt Thriller Series #1-3

“the promise of love.”
― John W. Mefford, At Bay

“had.”
― John W. Mefford, The Alex Troutt Thrillers #4-6

“A”
― John W. Mefford, Streets of Mayhem

“were about to pull the”
― John W. Mefford, At Bay

“Greed is a fat demon with a small mouth and whatever you feed it is never enough.” –  Janwillem van de Wetering”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“Is that for us?” Extreme hunger had temporarily impaired my ability to listen. After puking up my coffee before our interview with Cobb, I’d managed to down half of a stale bologna sandwich from a vending machine at the Williamsport Airport. And now that my gut wasn’t twisted into a million knots, I could see how inadequate my energy reserves had become”
― John W. Mefford, At Large

“Love isn’t blind, although those who are in love sometimes can’t see. And it sure as hell isn’t pure. There just isn’t such a thing as perfect love. Which makes sense. None of us are perfect. But if there’s any quest worth continuing, it’s the one looking for that great love. The one that gives us the most hope.”
― John W. Mefford, The Ivy Nash Thrillers: Books 4-6

“char.”
― John W. Mefford, At Large

“torrential rain blurred the opposite end of the alley, which I knew was only about fifty yards away.”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“He finally returned to the matter at hand. “Poor fella got his dick torn off. Makes me gag just thinking about it.” “Ouch,” I said. Randy turned his head suddenly, starting to retch. He looked like a cat preparing to throw up a fur ball. I didn’t realize how lucky I had it with Pumpkin—no hairballs yet, anyway.”
― John W. Mefford, At Bay

“against the cracked siding on the old home and barreled into the kitchen, eager to share what he’d found in the backyard. He was only ten years old, but he’d always been perceptive enough to recognize an opportunity, especially one that showcased one of his many talents. Darting into the living room, he found his mother cutting out coupons, one of her daily routines to save the family a buck or two. Her brow was furrowed over her dark eyes as she went about her task. She looked up at him, and her smooth, almost pasty-white complexion coiled into a prune as she swatted her hand in front of her face. “Take that thing out to the garage. It”
― John W. Mefford, At Dusk

“enormous chest lifted, reminding Tiffany that while he wore a mortal façade, he used physical intimidation to get whatever he wanted, whenever he desired. A brief clip from the past shot through her frontal lobe—his calloused hand gripping her neck”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“odor and copper, old-fashioned aftershave, and the smell of sex. She held her breath for a second, but the repulsive”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“Our alliance was unspoken, but no less legitimate or sincere.”
― John W. Mefford, In the End

“Chapter One Tiffany ran her French-manicured fingernails across his hairy, salt-and-pepper chest. Finally, she spoke. “You scared me. More than usual.” He didn’t reply. This tryst had been especially rough. He turned his head toward her, licked her shoulder, then bit it. Tiffany winced, her body hardened like petrified wood. A desperate, tormented scream pressed against her rigid lips. It”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“understood what was creating such a panic. She filled me in. A couple of early-arriving”
― John W. Mefford, Fatal Greed

“I delivered the drinks and finished my shift, again wondering if I could possibly win the lottery and never return. But that kind of luck wasn’t in the cards. I knew I’d forever be stranded on the Island of Misfit Toys.”
― John W. Mefford, Prey

“Bruno: “She left the room, then came back in, dragging one of the villagers. She was convinced they’d ratted on us. She shot him in the head. Then she rounded up all the others and put them in a room. She forced each one of us to kill three or four people. She killed the rest.”
― John W. Mefford, The Alex Troutt Thriller Series #1-3