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“not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time.”
― Nine Month Contract
― Nine Month Contract
“Seriously though, why am I naked?" I ask her one last time.
"You said-and I quote, I want to feel the breeze of the house-air on my skin as I walk up three flights of stairs. I've never done that before. Bucket list! Unquote.”
― A Broken Us
"You said-and I quote, I want to feel the breeze of the house-air on my skin as I walk up three flights of stairs. I've never done that before. Bucket list! Unquote.”
― A Broken Us
“I’m drowning. I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.”
― Challenge
― Challenge
“That’s a Scot for you. They’re overbearing, loud-mouthed, no boundary-having, spirited animals who are sweet, cosy cuddlers one minute and beating the fuck out of someone who looks at them sideways the next. Or perhaps that’s just Mac?”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“Sex appeal wasn’t created in a gym with weights and treadmills. No, it was born in powerful, grungy garages where men, real fucking men worked with their hands. Where they got so dirty, they had to use a special manly soap to clean themselves up. You can’t find that shit at Bath & Body. Pure fucking testosterone.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“I level him with a stare and angrily state, “I am a short, round Cornish seamstress with a West Country accent that only gets thicker when I’m flustered. I’m obsessed with cats, and my freckles look like the Milky Way galaxy on a clear night.” “I love your freckles!” he barks, splaying one hand out on the counter and using his other hand to bop my nose. “They make me want to play connect the dots on your wee face.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“We all have that bitchy little voice that tells us lies about ourselves. Lies that we think are true.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“Trust me, I can handle each bit of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”
― Nine Month Contract
― Nine Month Contract
“You’re gorgeous, Freya, and your inner voice is an evil, lying cunt.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“If you were mine and wearing that, I would shag you all night so you were too weak to go out and show everybody my property.” “Your property?” Freya lets out a peal of laughter. “Well luckily, I’m not your property so you don’t need to worry about it.” “You are mine,” I state, stepping closer to her and grabbing her by the arms. “You’re mine for the next month, and I’d be grateful if you would be willing to accept that.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“Josh hands me a bottle of water while cracking a beer for himself. I eye it enviously. "Tell me what it tastes like. Describe in in vivid detail."
"It's IPA," he grumbles, wincing slightly at his first sip, "which means it tastes like piss."
I sigh dopily. "Sounds magical.”
― One Moment Please
"It's IPA," he grumbles, wincing slightly at his first sip, "which means it tastes like piss."
I sigh dopily. "Sounds magical.”
― One Moment Please
“One of these days, I won't have a painful deadline! That's a lie, I probably always will.”
― Challenge
― Challenge
“I’m scared of Indie. She’s small, but she has that ginger blood in her and that shit is unpredictable.”
― Endurance
― Endurance
“There's been a void in my life these last few years, and I think it was the absence of her. God I've missed her.”
― Keeper
― Keeper
“when a girl who you’ve been fucking for months still makes your dick hard just by wearing a cute little dress, it makes it really damn hard for a decent guy to be a gentleman.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“All I’m thinking about is how quickly I’m liking this girl. About how confusing these feelings are for me because even though she’s so cool and awesome and sexy and fun, I still don’t know if I’m ready for more. My heart and my head are at complete odds with each other, and I don’t know which one knows best.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“I’m sorry, I get emotional when I’m hungry. You know how some people get hangry? Hungry and angry? I get emongry. Emotional and hungry. It’s a thing. I got them to enter it in Urban Dictionary.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“Did you say ‘best mate’?” He shrugs. “Aye, you have been nearly since the second we met, which is why I want my teammates to know you. You’re my wee treasure, and I’m right proud of you.”
― Blindsided
― Blindsided
“Meaningful change is always painful. It's always resisted. And it's always awkward.”
― Not The One
― Not The One
“But is it good to monetize things we love? We might risk not loving it if we start to put deadlines and money labels on it.”
― Last on the List
― Last on the List
“I attempt to chew the popcorn gag Dean just stuffed into my mouth, but a kernel gets sucked into the back of my throat. I hack over the bar--my hands splayed wide as I brace myself for impending death. Dean absentmindedly pat mys back because let's face it, I'm coughing so I'm breathing, but his swats are not helping. I beat my chest to try to prevent myself from asphyxiating as I grapple for my drink, which is woefully empty.
I grab Dean's draft beer, but as soon as the golden liquid hits my tongue, I dry heave from the horrid taste. Holy shit! Kate's right, IPA beer tastes like poison! My face screws up in disgust as I force the liquid down my throat and suck in a big breath of cleansing air. With a pathetic whimper, I wave my hands in front of my face and search for a cocktail napkin. Mr. Mustache bartender is still balls deep in the blonde, so I'm forced to use the back of my hand to wipe the dribble off my chin.
When I finally regain some semblance of composure I turn around to glower at Dean. "Your beer tastes like a skunk's ass.”
― One Moment Please
I grab Dean's draft beer, but as soon as the golden liquid hits my tongue, I dry heave from the horrid taste. Holy shit! Kate's right, IPA beer tastes like poison! My face screws up in disgust as I force the liquid down my throat and suck in a big breath of cleansing air. With a pathetic whimper, I wave my hands in front of my face and search for a cocktail napkin. Mr. Mustache bartender is still balls deep in the blonde, so I'm forced to use the back of my hand to wipe the dribble off my chin.
When I finally regain some semblance of composure I turn around to glower at Dean. "Your beer tastes like a skunk's ass.”
― One Moment Please
“You really want to waltz into Tower Park wearing a shirt that says big spoon on it?” I ask, propping a hand on my hip. The merriment on his face is infectious. “Only if you wear your little spoon shirt. Otherwise, I’d look ridiculous!”
― Endurance
― Endurance
“Book boyfriend,” she repeats. “The leading male in a romance novel that readers claim ownership of because he doesn’t likely exist in the real world. Basically, the ideal man.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“This is about you finding something that worked for you. You went after it, balls to the wall, and did what you had to do to get the job done. You don’t care what anyone thinks, and that’s really fucking cool, so don’t go doubting yourself now.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me
“They roll their eyes, and Dean says, “Think more romantic, less farm animal.”
― Wait With Me
― Wait With Me






