Rookie Rebels Quotes

“He’s the opposite of cute. He’s like a cross between an Orc and Ent. He has the big, brutish body of an Orc but he got some Ent genes, probably from his mother’s side. Basically a tree-trunk with good hair.”

Peyton’s nose twitched. Lord of the Ring references were not her jam. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own.

Then she took advantage by eating his face off.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught.
And exciting.

This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“He paused and rubbed his beard. Good God, she’d play a gif of that over and over, if she could.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“I won’t say I’ll be quick because that’s not a good look.”
She giggled, and that sound released a coil of tension inside him. He turned and kissed her because to not do so would be a missed opportunity for joy. He found himself craving it all. Craving her.
“What was that for?” she whispered when he let her up for air.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
She blinked in surprise. “Oh. I’m glad I’m here, too.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“Grief is embarrassing for most people. They want to think it has a set timetable, that one day, it will go away and you’re ready to live again. Everyone has been telling me that sex is a great first step. That it will open up the floodgates of emotion. That it will heal me.”

She waited, her heart in stasis, knowing what would come next. Dreading it.

“I don’t want to be healed, at least not in a way that makes me forget about them. I know that’s unhealthy, but I can’t help how I feel. Holding on to the pain keeps me connected to them.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“Levi Hunt was six feet three of Special Forces badassery, his body a honed weapon, his gaze sharp enough to fell the enemy or a weak-willed woman at fifty paces. Objectively, she'd recognized this when she first met him. He had a gruff, dangerous quality that would appeal to many.

She had never considered herself one of them.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're … wow."
"Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter."
"Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-"
"Wow it is.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now."
"You don't?"
His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“A lot of people would jump at the chance to be seen with me, y'know."
Her expression was pitying. "Poor Superglutes, aren't you getting enough attention from your millions of Instagram followers? Is it lonely being adored by all your fans?"
"Very! All they see is this amazing body and gorgeous hair and beautiful cheekbones. Sure, I'm hilarious and great in bed, but do they appreciate it? Do you appreciate it?”
― Kate Meader, Instacrush

“An extra hour on the treadmill tomorrow," he said, patting his naked abs.
She was pouring wine and missed the glass.
He grinned.
"Can it," she grated.
"They're just abs, Elle-oh-Elle, and you claim to be so above it all."
She pushed a glass his way. "No one likes a braggart, Kershaw.”
― Kate Meader, Instacrush

“For the last three years, he’d held his body as taut as a bowstring. He couldn’t imagine ever feeling at ease again.

That was one more reason why the notion of sex with someone new was so difficult. Letting go like that required a level of surrender he wasn’t sure he had in him to give. Trust in another person to see you at your most vulnerable and not take advantage.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“I can be mad at you for several reasons. I am woman. I contain multitudes.”
― Kate Meader

“Why are we having this conversation? Do we need to establish we like each other enough so we can feel better about wanting to kiss each other? Are we so afraid of sheer animal lust that we have to pair it with, ugh, respect?”

He laughed, enjoying himself immensely. It was supposed to be just a kiss. How had it turned into a thesis on likability and lust?”
― Kate Meader, Man Down