Elise Faber > Quotes

“The male voice was chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallow fluff, warm sand sifting between her toes, the perfect ending to a dramatic rom-com all rolled into one.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“Don’t ignore me,” Colin said, all high-and-mighty, all arrogant, rich Scottish duke.”
― Elise Faber, Bad Billionaires Box Set

“Our demons only drag us down if we give them the power to do so.”
― Elise Faber, Bad Breakup

“I like to live dangerously.” She laughed. “Okay, not so much. The truth is that I hate going to gas stations.” “Why?” A shrug. “It just always seems like such a waste of time. The cheap places always have long lines, and then it takes forever to fill up your tank, but not long enough to be able to do anything productive like reading.”
― Elise Faber, Caged

“I’d dicked around long enough. I’d pretended to not feel what I was feeling for too fucking long. It was time to act.”
― Elise Faber, Love, Pucks, and Other Stories

“People who didn’t believe in love at first sight must not have had kids.”
― Elise Faber, Bad Billionaires Box Set

“He was close. And I was babbling. About my nerdy planning hobby. He couldn’t possibly have the least bit of interest in my preference for letter-sized planners over A5 (my to-do list was long, and my writing was big, so I needed the extra room). He didn’t even know what washi tape was, and he certainly didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d like stickers. And…I shouldn’t care if he was or wasn’t. I just…didn’t want him to think I was dumb. That something I loved was dumb.”
― Elise Faber, Love, Pucks, and Other Stories

“I took another sip of my drink. A bigger one because . . . bitter much?”
― Elise Faber, Bad Billionaires Box Set

“I was just about ready to say fuck it—or me, rather—”
― Elise Faber, Bad Billionaires Box Set

“Blue wasn't exactly a rookie, not any longer anyway. He'd had a phenomenal season the previous year that had him nin the upper echelon of NHL stat charts: 60 goals, 30 assists and a gritty, tough-as-shit work ethic.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“Nothing was better than being on the ice. Nothing. The way his skin went tight when the cold hit it, the crunch beneath his skates, the sounds: laughter, pucks colliding with the glass, pinging off the goalposts, the Zamboni rumbling to life. He even loved the smell.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“He was beautiful. Oddly familiar with his face half-illuminated in the lamplight, eyes dark as ink, several days of scruff on his cheek and chin, nose just slightly askew as though it had been broken a time or two. And was that a bruise just above his right cheekbone?”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“demeanor”
― Elise Faber, Bad Night Stand

“I cupped her cheek. “When are you going to see?” She stared up at me with wide eyes. “See what?” I stepped closer. “That you can run, but I’m always going to come after you.” “Wh-what?” “That you can push me away, but I’m still going to always want you.”
― Elise Faber, Love, Pucks, and Other Stories

“That I’ve dreamed of you, wanted you, liked you for so damned long I can’t think of a moment over the last years where you haven’t shaded every thought.”
― Elise Faber, Love, Pucks, and Other Stories