Sarah Brocious > Quotes

“I couldn't believe a man had written this! Ryker had a way with words and the way with words and the way my emotions got twisted in them was a gift only a true writer possessed.”
― Sarah Brocious, Provocation: a lesson in trust

“What do you want from me?" he asked hesitantly.
"Your trust," i answered without any hesitation.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“There are greater things than want and lust, Nerissa," he whispered. "I can't afford those things.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“It's my place when I'm here alone. It's ours when you are here with me." ~Nolan”
― Sarah Brocious, The Awakening

“I thought of the many times I saw that little boy in the azure eyes. The many times I wanted to protect him...save him. Ryker's eyes could turn from sky blue to storm clouds in seconds!”
― Sarah Brocious, Provocation: a lesson in trust

“He rolled his eyes. "I will never not be worried about you! That's close to impossible." He ran a hand over his face in frustration. "I wish for one moment you could feel what its like to be a Protector. I can't think of anything else, Raina, not even myself. It's what I am...it's all I am at the moment." ~Thanatos”
― Sarah Brocious, Nolan's Evolution

“He was a ruffled haired, stubble faced, woman's dream, tangled in sheets. So I stepped away from the Ryker and went for coffee instead.”
― Sarah Brocious, Provocation: a lesson in trust

“Grace...you don't understand...kissing is not just principle thing with Ryker. It's not a macho...Heman woman hater thing to him...or a way to avoid commitment. It's a defense or him.”
― Sarah Brocious, Provocation: a lesson in trust

“I have no idea what you are doing...who you really are, but there's something about you that makes me think you are good for me." ~Raina”
― Sarah Brocious, The Awakening

“Nolan crossed his arms; he had his gorgeous frowny face on. "Don't you trust me?"
Raina looked at him incredulously. "Of course I trust you...undoubtedly." She felt her spine stiffen in defiance of her friend’s assumption. She'd like to prove her wrong!
A slow sexy grin tugged at his lips. "Then take a ride on my bike, Aelan.”
― Sarah Brocious, The Awakening

“I believe in a world where love can still catch you off guard and where the best part is the falling stage. Those shy glances, the racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the butterflies? That's magic.
~Sarah Brocious on More Than Scars”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“You don't like birthdays, Aelan?" The silver eyes ran over her gently. "Because I can help you love birthdays...trust me." ~Nolan”
― Sarah Brocious, Nolan's Evolution

“Dork," I chastised affectionately. But his cheesy exclamation was something I was okay with. I smiled up at him. His hazels danced with mischief. "Okay," I agreed.

The mischief turned to triumph.

Damn those magic eyes!”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“Nerissa Meadows, will you please put me out of my misery and be my wife? Marry me…take my name…take my money…my time…distract me…wear me out…I am begging you!”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“The song was familiar. I’d heard it many times. It was “Lullaby” by Billy Joel. And I would bet any money he could play it splendidly on the piano, as well. A lump grew in my throat as he sang to his daughter. The love he had for her was evident, and it was a love I recognized. My own fathers love. It was a love that made men lay down his life to defend and protect. I thought of Liam standing in the way when someone tried to harm his daughter, his wife. Had he done as my father had? Did he fight off a man so out of his mind he would slash an innocent?”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“Max, don’t go,” Terry sighed. “She doesn’t know.” “I know enough,” I whispered. “You stay, Max. I’m leaving.” I started to swim away. “You’re good at leaving,” Max said gruffly. I turned to look at him and I saw hurt. My heart jerked. I saw true hurt in those amazing eyes. I shook my head and turned away, swimming back to shore. No, he didn’t get to act hurt. It was my heart that was broken.               I”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“I will be a gentleman,” he whispered. “You’ve always been,” I whispered back. “I need time to think.” I nodded. The visible lips turned up in a smile. “Now will you please come back here before you freeze to death? I promise you I will not bite you…as long as you do not bite me.” “Daddy says biting is bad,” Amelia mumbled sleepily. “I bited Bri once and got put in the corner.” I chuckled. “Thanks for the warning.” I adjusted Brianne so that she was comfortable between Liam and me, and then leaned back.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“Daddy, what if the monster comes tonight?” “He wouldn’t dare! Not with Miss Meadows and her magic,” he teased. I smiled. “Ok,” Brianne whispered trustingly. “Sweet dreams, my loves.” “Night, Daddy!” There was a pause, then another cause for a smile tonight. “Goodnight, Miss Meadows. Sweet dreams.” My heart fluttered at hearing his farewell called through the adjoining rooms. Had he known I was listening? “Good night,” I called back. His soft chuckle made a thrill go through me. It was followed by the closing of the girl’s door.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“Attraction is a funny thing, isn’t it? You have never looked my brother in the eye, but you are drawn to him. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t want to admit that the draw is there because it is so unbelievably ridiculous to him that a pretty, sweet, girl like yourself with all the options in the world would choose him.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“She’s Uncle Terry’s sissy.” That crooked grin appeared on his lips. It affected me as much now as it had then. “Yeah, I know who she is, doll.” He looked to me and the look on his face was pure affection. “I’ve known Hadley for a good long while.” My brain gave permission for my stomach to release more butterflies. I wanted to ask him to stop looking at me like that. No, affectionate glances were definitely not allowable.”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“I would never have hurt you that way, Hadley. I felt like you gave up on me.” I pulled in a breath. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “I asked Terry to keep quiet and let you have your space.” He shrugged. “Then you and Logan got married and I thought that maybe you were happy, so what was the point?” “I wasn’t happy,” I whispered. He drew a finger gently down my cheek. His touch sent shivers right through me. “I would have come for you.” “But”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“He took our entwined hands and set them on his chest…which forced me to have to scoot closer to him, eating up space between us. I felt his heart beat under the back of my hand. I could hardly breathe. I didn’t want to move and break the contact. “Are you comfortable?” he murmured. I bunched the blanket at my head to make a better pillow and drew in a breath for my thankful lungs. “Yes.” His forearm was trapping my forearm against his side at the angle he held our hands. “And this…” he rubbed his thumb along mine. Again…electricity ran through my veins. “Is okay?” My heart hitched in my chest. “Yes.” He repeated the action and he could have asked me anything and I probably would have said yes. He sighed out a breath. “I’m glad,” he whispered. “I don’t think I could let go if you asked me.” His fingers contracted. His face turned toward me, but I did not look up into the hood. I studied our hands on his chest. “Nothing has felt this good…this right, in a long time, Nerissa.” He said it so softly I thought I had imagined it. I smiled, afraid to say anything. Knowing me…I would burst into tears. His other hand reached to touch my cheek and I felt him lean in…his breath was on my face. I closed my eyes. “I think he’s going to kiss her,” Amelia crowed. “Yuck!” His nearness was taken away…but my hand remained in his. “What are you two little monkeys cackling about?” Liam chuckled. Amelia smiled innocently. “Uncle Ian says…” “We don’t want to hear what Uncle Ian has to say,” Liam growled playfully. “Now lie down here and watch for those shooting stars you were hoping for. Daddy needs one to wish on tonight.” Brianne giggled. “You going to wish for a kiss, Daddy?”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“Not eating?”               “Working.” I held up the menu and avoided those teasing eyes.               “You know, you could have come and worked for me, if you needed a job.” He layered butter over his feast.               I laughed and shook my head.               “What?” He started cutting up his pancakes. “You don’t think I’d make a good boss?” He poured syrup over the hotcakes.               I shrugged. “No.”               He laughed in surprise. “No?”               I kept my eyes on the menu and deftly stole a piece of his bacon. “Plus, I steal things.” I took a bite and chewed, without giving him a glance.               “Last time that happens,” he grumbled. I saw him turn his plate out of the corner of my eye, so that the bacon was further away.               I took another bite of my contraband to hide my smile.               Mrs. Winston set his coffee down and shook her head. “You want bacon, Hadley?”               I smiled. “Nah, it tastes better stolen,” I teased.               Max”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“Those hazels lit when they saw me, which did funny things to my heart. How could he still light up like that? Like I was his favorite person in the world? “Hello, Hadley,” he drawled gently. I smiled, unable to form words. My”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“I figured if you have your own place, you would be less likely to want to leave again.” There it was. I saw the uncertainty in his eyes. He was afraid. “Max.” He pulled me closer. “I just want you to stay.” He shook his head. “My life is here, Hadley. My job, my family, my identity is all wrapped up in this town.” His fingers gently tipped my chin. “And now that you’re back everything feels like it should.” He brushed his fingers against my cheek. “I was struggling for some happiness. I was fighting to keep my smile so that I could be the rock my mom needs and the dad my daughter needs, but I was struggling.” He leaned in and those hazel eyes held me captive. “The moment I saw you sitting on your porch, my happy returned.” My heart turned over in my chest. “Hadley, I need you here.” I stepped closer. His arms gently circled my waist and he drew me into the strength of them. He bent down slightly and my arms automatically went around his neck. He leaned down and set his cheek against mine. The scrape of his stubble against my smooth skin was a sensation that I could not describe the pleasure of. His lips to my ear made me shiver. “Stay?” “I had no plans to leave,” I whispered.”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“I would love to kiss you right now.” His fingers tipped my chin, so that he had my full attention. I felt that rush and my heart stalled in my chest. He moved closer and I closed my eyes. “But I think I will wait just a bit longer.” His voice washed over me with its warm tones. That deep sound reverberated in my chest. I opened my eyes with delayed surprise and I found him just looking at me. That look! I should have kept my eyes closed because my disappointment deepened. He was holding back, and that made me want his kiss even more. “W-why?” I hated how unsteady my voice sounded. He shrugged with that devilish look still in his eyes. “I know the old Hadley loved my kiss. I’m just getting to know this new Hadley.” I frowned. He chuckled. “What?” He grinned, making the look in his eyes even more devastating. Did he want to make me a simpering fool? Well, I was no longer the young girl he remembered. “Nothing.” I shook my head and shrugged. “But I do hope you have improved from the last time.” His jaw dropped. I couldn’t hold up my own act with that look of shock on his face. It was adorable. I started to laugh. He lifted his brow. And shook his head. “Careful, little girl.” I smiled. “I’m not scared of you.” I started when he jumped to his feet. He grasped my wrists and pulled me quickly to my feet, before putting me right up and over his shoulder. “Just remember, I’m bigger and stronger,” the timbre in his voice had deepened. He started back to the car. I tried not to struggle too much. I should feel offense at his caveman display, but something in the action was way beyond attractive. It was kinda hot! But I would never tell him that. The strength he displayed with his sure-footed jaunted down the steep hill he had just helped me up was impressive. “Where are we going?” I yelped. He adjusted his stance, and altered my position on his shoulder, so he could open the car door. “Away from here, or I’ll end up doing more than kissing your smart mouth.” I smiled, knowing he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, like I’d let that happen.” His dark laugh sent warmth through me. “Your story.” He dropped me gently back into the passenger seat. I felt dizzy for a moment, but when that cleared I glared back at the handsome devil grinning at me. “My story?” He winked. “We both know how you get after a few kisses, Hadley.” It was my turn to let my jaw drop.                                                         Chapter”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“I turned my wrist over and smiled at my very own butterfly imbedded artfully and permanently into my skin. It was simple…just a black outline...a cookie cutter tattoo.  At least that was what Max had called it. Gently I traced the outline and remembered the day I got it. I was just eighteen, and scared to death, but I wanted it so badly. To make me feel better, Max decided to get one as well. It would be his sixth tattoo…not his first time under the ink gun. He was a pro in my eyes and so having him there helped. He teased me about my choice saying I was too girly, but when the work was done, he had looked at me with admiration. “It suits you,” he had whispered. “It’s pretty and uncomplicated…just like you.” He’d leaned in and kissed me gently. I can still feel the scrape of his stubble and the warmth of his lips. The hazel eyes were earnest, as he pulled away. “What did you get?” I had asked, still overwhelmed by him. That crooked grin set the butterflies to flight in my stomach. He’d chuckled and went for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up on the left side. I’d seen the beautiful angel he had gone back time and time again to be finished. It was a twist of wings and shadows and it raveled down the entire rib cage ending just at his hip. It was a masterpiece.  I had admired it for an instant before I noticed the change. I had covered my mouth and gasped in surprise. Woven into one of the angel’s wings was my name.”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“Max, she’s your daughter. It’s okay. I understand. She should come first. I would think you a jerk if you didn’t drop everything for her. I like this side of you.” He grinned up at me. “Yeah?” “You’re a good father, Max.” He got to his feet and came to stand before me. He gently drew me near. “Yeah?” I looked up at him and loved the softness of his eyes. My thoughts scurried about, but I managed not to succumb to their magic. “You love her. You want to protect her.” “You’re okay with a boring dad?” He rubbed my arms gently. “It’s kind of sexy,” I admitted. His eyes lit and he grinned. “Yeah?” Lifting up on my toes, I kissed the stubble of his chin. “Yeah,” I said softly and started for the Shelby.”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains

“Just tell me you love me,” he murmured softly against my lips. “Tell me you love me!”               I held onto his shoulders and fought for a thought. I lifted my eyes to his and they were pleading with me. I hadn’t said I love you yet? How was this so? Oh, yes…that mask was still in place.               “Show me you trust me.” My hands reached to cup his beautiful face. I love you was on the tip of my tongue because I did love him. With every fiber of my being I loved him. My body…my soul…my mind…everything about me loved Liam. “I need your trust.”
― Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars

“I grabbed his hand, turned him about, reached up around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. My fingers were in his hair, my body against his, and control was all mine. Best feeling of my life. Max had no time to react to my attack, before I was letting him go and heading back toward my house. My body hummed, my heart was pounding, and I couldn’t help my smile. “Hadley,” he called after me. “Get back here.” I laughed and shook my head. I didn’t turn back to him until I was safely up on my porch. He stood there, hands on his hips, staring after me with a crooked grin. I could see the mark under his eye already reddening and swelling. It made him even sexier. “Slow and easy, sweetheart. Right?” I called down to him. He tilted his head and then his eyes lit. “Yeah?” “If I don’t distance myself now, I’m going to break that rule.” His”
― Sarah Brocious, What Remains