Joss Quotes

“Vlad made a mental note to amend the friend code: thou shalt not date the girl that thy best friend has a crush on...nor shalt thou try sticking thy best friend in the chest with a sharp hunk of wood.”
― Heather Brewer, Ninth Grade Slays

“But I think mostly it's your eyes. I want something from them no one else gets from them.'

'And what's that?' I asked, my voice low, almost hoarse. His words had affected me as deeply as any aphrodisiac.

'Soft.' His own voice had deepened with the highly sexual atmosphere. 'Soft the way only a woman's can be after she's come for me.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“When I didn't say anything, he came closer, dropping slowly to his haunches so we were at eye level. My eyes searched his gorgeous face and for once, I wished I could break my own damn rules. I had a feeling Braden would be able to make me forget everything for a while.

We gazed at one another for what seemed like forever, not saying a word. I was expecting a lot of questions since it must have been clear to everyone, or at least the adults at the table, that I had had a panic attack. Surely, they were all wondering why, and I really didn't want to go back out there.

"Better?" Braden finally asked softly.

Wait. Was that it? No probing questions?

"Yeah." No, not really.

He must have read my reaction to his question in my face because he cocked his head to the side, his gaze thoughtful. "You don't need to tell me."

I cracked a humorless smile. "I'll just let you think I'm bat-shit crazy."

Braden smiled back at me. "I already know that.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“I think we need to have sex now.'

His brows drew together. 'Why?'

'To remind us of what we're doing here,' I replied, my tone meaningful.

Braden's eyes narrowed. 'No,' he told me gruffly, squeezing my nape. 'I'd have sex with you for anything else but that.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Xav!
Got you. Not letting you go.
I realised I wasn't alone in mental deep space; he had always been there and could pilot me home.”
― Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

“Do you want to tell me why I'm getting the silent treatment?' He asked gruffly, his breath hot on my ear.

I hunched up my shoulders, pulling away. His voice had an effect on my body and I didn't want him to know that. 'I'm talking to you.'

'Barely.'

'I've got a lot on my mind.'

'Do you want to talk about it?'

'When have I ever wanted to talk about it?”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You're married.'
'I'm what? But I can't be more than eighteen!'
'My son is very persuasive,' said Saul proudly.”
― Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

“Have you ever cheated on someone?"
Whoa. Where did that come from?
"Well?"
Was this an interview to date her brother?
Staring her straight in the eye so she would know I was being deadly serious, I replied more honestly than ever, trusting Ellie not to push me too much on the subject, "I never get close enough to anyone for that to be an issue.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Our eyes collided as heat rushed up my arm. The tingling between my legs intensified, the need in my gut moaned with want. All I could see was Braden, all I could smell was Braden, and his body was so close I imagined I could almost feel all of his hard strength pressing against me. Right then I wanted nothing more than to pull him into the ladies restroom and let him screw me hard against the wall.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“I hadn't felt too awful lying to Braden since his three-sixty back into predatory hottie with wicked eyes and fuck-me smile was the sole reason I'd had to resort to lying in the first place.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "You're my favourite person." The tears blurred in my eyes again. "And if you ever tell anyone I cried during this moment I will withhold sex for a year.”
― Samantha Young, Castle Hill

“Henry held up his taco- formerly Vlad's- and grinned. " Little known fact, gentlemen. Tacos are the food of genius."
pg248 Henry to Vlad & Joss”
― Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

“He[Crystal's father] had found my height amusing, referring to me as his "little girl" at every opportunity even though I could see the bald patch on top of his head fringed by curls when we stood side by side.”
― Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

“He looked incredulous, throwing his hands up in disbelief. "You snuck out of my flat like I was some drunken lay you were ashamed of."

He couldn't have been more wrong. I crossed my arms over my chest, a protective measure, as I shook my head and refused to meet his gaze.

"You want to disabuse me of that notion and tell me exactly why I got out of the shower this morning to find you'd buggered off?”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Dylan, while he is in the shower and he and Joss are only seperated by the curtain and his invisibility:

Dylan: "Maybe if you would come in here and scrub my back it would speed things up."

Joss: "I'm not invisible."

Dylan: "I know this.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“Braden did not look amused. "Not even twenty our hours in and this arrangement is already exhausting the fuck out of me."

"Well you've given me four orgasms. That oughta take it out of a guy.”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“What if I mess this up?" I murmured.

Clark’s hand tightened over mine. "It’s not going to be perfect because no marriage is. You’re going to fight, clash, say things you don’t mean... When you love someone, these things can happen. But, Joss" –he dipped his head to meet my gaze– "the good you two will have together will always outweigh any bad. He smiled."And I think Braden’s proved there’s not much you can do to chase him off.”
― Samantha Young, Castle Hill

“What do you want to talk about until the flight is called?"

"Cold wind. Sleet. The ugly doorman at Club 39. Porridge."

I burst out laughing. "You mean anything that won’t give you an erection?"

He smiled at me, his eyes roaming my face lovingly. "Maybe we should just stop talking altogether. And put a bag over your head. And cover your legs."

"Just don’t look at me."

"I can still smell you."

"I could move."

"Dare move away from me and I’ll put you over my knee, Wife."

"That doesn’t sound so bad.”
― Samantha Young, Castle Hill

“His new manager needed help tonight. Were you disappointed he wasn't there?"

"No," I answered quickly. Probably too quickly. Dammit, I missed pre-Braden Joss. "I just noticed a lack of ego in the room and thought 'hey, where's Braden?”
― Samantha Young, On Dublin Street

“Merry Christmas.” he says quietly, pulling something from his back pocket.
I frown in confusion then smile in delight when I see what it is. It’s a shiny, sharp trowel with a holly green handle. It’s stolen from the gardens for sure. It is the single greatest gift I’ve ever received.
“It’s so pretty.” I whisper happily, turning it over to test its edge.
“I promised you something shiny.”
“And you delivered.” I press my finger against the tip then pull it back quickly. “It’s sharp.”
“Why else have it, right? Keep it with you when you can. If something goes down while I’m gone I want to know you have it.”
I nod my head as I slip it into my back pocket. The handle sticks up but the point is hidden.
When I look up at Vin my heart skips. His eyes are sharp, intense.
“Come with me.” he commands quietly.
“No.” I reply immediately.
I was waiting for this. From the moment he woke me up, the second I saw his eyes, I knew. And just as quickly as I recognized it, I knew what my answer would be.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “You know I’m not coming back here. Not for you, not for anyone.”
“Maybe not, but if I go with you then you definitely won’t.”
“It’s not going to work, Joss.” he tells me seriously. “The Hive won’t bite. They don’t want to rock the boat with the Colonies and the pot isn’t sweet enough to convince them to try. They’ll pass and everyone here is going to either stay here forever or die in a revolt.”
“Nats included.” I remind him coolly.
“She’s a big girl. She knows how it really is. She can yell at me all she wants, but she knows just as well as I do that no one will come here to help.”
“Especially if you don’t ask.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” he whispers fiercely. “You want me to go out there and rally the troops, bring them back here riding on a tall white horse and save the day? I’m no hero. I never have been. It’s how I’ve stayed alive.”
“It’s also a great way to stay alone. And if you do this, if you go and pretend we don’t exist, then I’ll pretend I never knew you. Nats will too, I’m sure. You’ll be nothing to no one and won’t that make life easier for you? So go on and go, you coward, and don’t ever look back because there’s nothing to look back on. You were never even here far as I’m concerned.”
I turn to leave him standing there in the cold beside the words I wrote to Ryan, words that have gone unnoticed and feel like nothing in the night. I’m spun around roughly and pinned against Vin’s chest. His breath is coming even and hard, sharp inhales and exhales that burst against my face leaving my skin freezing in their absence.
“Don’t turn your back on me.” he growls.
I can see the enforcer in him now. The hard ass who lived on the outside by the skin of his teeth and grit under his knuckles. It’s something I understand, something I can respect. Something I can relate to.
I lean closer, no longer being pulled but rather pushing against him until our faces almost touch.
“No, don’t you turn your back on me. On us.” I whisper harshly, pushing at him aggressively. He lets me go and I stumble back from him.
“I’m no hero.” he repeats.
“How do you know until you’ve tried?”
* * *
“You’ll come back for us, Vin.” I whisper in his ear. “I know you will.”
I know no such thing, but I want it to be true and I can tell he does too so I tell him that it is. I lie to us both and I hope it makes it real.
Vin nods his head beside mine and buries his face in my shoulder. I do the same. We stand huddled together against the cold and the uncertainty of everything tomorrow will bring.”
― Tracey Ward

“It took you long enough to come back,” Lexy tells me bitingly.
The girl is ruining my meal. Ever since the stable girls showed up, she’s been attached like glue to Vin’s side. I recognize it for what it is—infatuation. No way Vin is leading her on. He barely tolerates her, which isn’t to say he isn’t sleeping with her, but he definitely isn’t putting pretty pictures in her head. She’s doing that all on her own.
“That’s what he said,” I grumble around a large bite of bread, gesturing to Vin.
“We were sure you’d left us to die.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“Don’t be. We wouldn’t have been sorry to see you go.”
I look up from my plate to eye her carefully. I do it for too long. She twitches under my stare, making me grin.
“‘We,’ huh? You’re a ‘we’ now?”
Vin looks up sharply. “What? No.”
“Vin,” Lexy protests.
“Are you sure?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he tells me angrily. He stares Lexy down. “And, no, we’re not a ‘we.’ We’re nothing.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mean it, Lex,” I tell her consolingly. “Never give up hope.”
“Kitten,” Vin growls in warning.
Lexy shoots me an icy stare from across the table. It’s cute how hard she tries. “Be sure to watch your back out there, Kitten,” she spits sarcastically. “I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
I put up my finger in her face, getting serious. “Watch yourself. You’re toeing a dangerous line with me right now and I don’t want to have to remind you what happened to the last girl who threatened me. Forget Vin, I’ll put you to bed with Caroline. You get me?”
Lexy pales. She glances once at Vin, then Ryan and Trent. All of them keep their heads down, carefully pretending they have no idea what’s happening. Finally she stands slowly, turns, and leaves without a word.
“Well, that’s handy,” I mumble, picking up my bread.
“Kinda harsh,” Ryan comments.
I hate that I immediately feel a twinge of guilt just from those two words from him. “I did him a favor,” I say defensively. “That girl was one kiss away from collecting his hair. I don’t have time for that kind of crazy.”
“Amen to that,” Vin says heartily, raising his glass to me.
“Calm down, Romeo. You’re the idiot who keeps getting us into these situations.”
“‘Us’?” he asks with a sly grin. “Are we an ‘us’ now?”
“No,” Ryan replies darkly.”
― Tracey Ward

“Next time I expect you to act a little friendlier and remember that we would like to get out of here before we die.”
He rises to leave but I stand quickly as well, leaning over the table and shoving my finger in his face.
“And next time you try and remember that you’re not my pimp, I’m not one of your girls and if you want my help you’ll watch the way you talk to me. Understood?”
This is a moment in my life when I seriously wonder if I’m going to get slapped. I’m mouthing off to a Stable Boy from The Hive, a guy whose job it is to keep women in line, doing what they’re told and making the very testy, very violent men at the top of his food chain happy. He minds the coffers and the coins all have PMS. It can’t be an easy job. It could easily be one he manages with an iron fist.
His jaw works under the taught skin of his face. It clenches and releases as he chews on what I’ve said. He carefully, dispassionately considers me. His calm is freaking me out. I’d rather he was yelling. I’d almost rather he hit me. Eventually what he does is smile.
“Understood, Kitten.” he replies, his voice low and rough.
His eyes bore into me with a heat that I recognize. A hunger I’ve seen before.”
― Tracey Ward