Kendra > Kendra's Quotes

“I like her," Brad said, chuckling.
"For a Red Sox tee shirt wearing woman I guess she's okay," Jason grumbled.
"Does no one care that she just manhandled me?" Trevor demanded, facing the men who should be properly outraged on his behalf.
Jason snorted. "A s long as she brings me food she can bitch slap you and call you spanky."
Trevor narrowed his eyes on the men who dared laugh at his pain.
Betraying bastards.”
― R.L. Mathewson, Perfection

“Married?" she practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little offended. "We're not getting married."
He snorted at that. "I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger," he said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.”
― R.L. Mathewson, Perfection

“ANYONE SEEN MY KITTEN?”
― J. Sterling, The Perfect Game

“I was one hundred percent not in control of this situation. This girl fucking owned me right now. I sat on that bed waiting for her to give me the time of day. I didn't necessarily like this feeling, but I suffered through it... for her. I convinced myself that I'd probably suffer through pretty much anything for this girl.”
― J. Sterling, The Perfect Game

“You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.”
― J. Sterling, The Perfect Game

“Giggling, I drifted into a rendition of You’re so Vain by Carly Simon to Lost Cause from Beck, stopping after (I Hate) Everything About You by Ugly Kid Joe.

“Nice, Grace. What was that a montage of how I feel about Shane songs?”
― Christine Zolendz, Fall From Grace

“Grace: "I wanted to tell you how I felt. Why I was always so mean to you, Shane."

- "Because you feel broken?"

- "Completely shattered," I whispered
softly.

Bringing his hands to my face, he leaned over me, lightly stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. - "Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the
rest of my fucking life I will put you back together...
I'll make you whole again.”
― Christine Zolendz, Saving Grace

“Bitch," Bliss hissed crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Lea laughed louder, "Oh, one syllable word war. You don't even need a brain to play that game! Okay, my turn! Cunt!”
― Christine Zolendz, Saving Grace

“You want to be my first, Shane?”
“No baby, I’m going to be your last”
― Christine Zolendz, Saving Grace

“I swung the door open and seductively leaned against it. The ultimate badass looked like he was having a heart attack.”
― Christine Zolendz, Saving Grace

“Just pull the fucking trigger on me now, please.”
― Christine Zolendz, Saving Grace

“He was wooing me. And I was letting him woo. I wanted the woo. I deserved the woo. I needed the wow that would surely follow the woo, but for now, the woo? It was whoa.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“You done with work?
Yep, at home waiting for you.
Now that's a nice visual...
Prepare yourself, I'm taking bread out of the oven.
Don't tease me woman...zucchini?
Cranberry orange. Mmmm...
No woman has ever done breakfast bread foreplay the way you do.
Ha! When you coming?
Can't. Drive. Straight.
Can we have one conversation when you're not twelve?
Sorry, I'll be there in 30
Perfect, that will give me time to frost my buns.
Pardon me?
Oh, didn't I tell you? I also made cinnamon rolls.
Be there in 25.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Fucking Wallbanger,” I hissed, frozed on the spot.
His grin slid off as well as he played place-the-face for a moment. “Fucking Pink Nightie Girl.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“You give good woo.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Beneath the sheet—which was already lower on his hips than should be legal —
He
Was
Still
Hard”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“I wouldn’t say I know him, but I’m familiar with his work.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Simon does commando. God bless America.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“I’m gonna try to steal home.”
I smiled. “Silly Simon, it’s not stealing if I wave you in”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Now you listen here, mister,” I said, trying for a more adult tone. “I’m not going to spend every night listening to you try to crash you girl’s head through my wall with the force of your dick alone!”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He kept his head down in what seemed to be a prayer. “He counts. You’ve smiled at him four hundred and forty-six times as of a few minutes ago. He announces the number every time I see him.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“He moved to her earlobe and breathed, “First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite.” Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he’d spelled the word torture.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Hello, beautiful Livia," Blake answered.

"How did you know it was me?" Livia saw her wide smile in the rear view mirror.

"The phone looked sexier when it rang.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Eve held his eyes and confidently licked the length of the razor-sharp blade with the tip of her tongue. Red blood beaded up on her tongue, and she licked her lips, giving them a fresh coat of color. Eve used the knife to blow a kiss in Beckett’s direction and disappeared into the crowd. Beckett forgot to keep dancing. He stood stock still with Kyle still twirling around him.
Eve had just f*cked his mind so hard, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and cuddle like some soap-watching woman.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole!"

"What?!" Livia squeezed her sister hard. "Let me see. When did this happen? Did you tell Dad? When is it going to be? How did he propose?"

The men stopped their congratulatory handshake to stare at the speed-talking ladies.

"Last night, not yet, four weeks from today, naked!" Kyle blurted in response

The girls became a moving, jumping circle of hug.

"Cole, you popped the question in your birthday suit?" Blake teased.

Cole put his face in his hands. "Did not think she would share that bit of information.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Sex.
I was going to have sex.
With a boy.
A hot boy.
A hot BRITISH boy.
Or maybe I was going to throw up.
What if I threw up on the hot British boy?
What if I threw up on the hot British boy DURING SEX?”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

“It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized: 1. I wasn’t wearing shoes.
A. Or a shirt.
2. I didn’t bring my keys                      
A. Or anything really.
3. I’d just left a complete stranger in my apartment.                      
A. Naked.

Whoever said one-night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached had clearly never met the disaster that was me.”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

“Four.
That’s the number of people who saw me hiding around the corner from my own apartment in just a skirt and a bra. Eleven.
That’s the number of ant bites I got on my shoeless feet.
Twenty-seven.
That’s the number of times I was tempted to do myself physical harm because I am an IDIOT.
One.
That’s the number of times I tried not to cry, but failed.”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It