Shaye Evans Quotes

“Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”
“Tease.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“done this.
“Fay… I-I’m…” I swallowed and bit my lip. Cash wound his arm around my shoulders, and it was all I needed to find the strength, because I knew, no matter what, he’d always be there for me. “I’m gay. Dad kicked me out last night and accidently slammed the door in my face. That’s how I bruised my cheek.” Her eyes flicked from me to Cash and how he was holding me. A new realization dawned across her face. Her lips parted and she slowly raised her hand to her lips. I wondered if she saw the connection between us. Cash was making it perfectly obvious.
She ran forward and pulled me into her arms, her eyes glistening. “Oh Harper, honey, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said awkwardly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Eager?”
“Just a little,” I breathed.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I don’t want to see my best partner heartbroken.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Uh-huh, sure.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.”
“Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“What’s the story with you and that blonde woman?” I asked after a moment.
“Sienna is my partner—I make a point of not mixing work and pleasure. It doesn’t go down well when things turn… pear-shaped.”
“Fair enough, I guess.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Well, it’s not swollen,” he stated, rewrapping the bandage, “or bleeding or leaking, so I think it’s okay.”
“I know. I’m training to be a nurse,” I replied. “Thanks though.”
“Explains the curiosity and attitude.”
“What?” I snapped.
“I’m a trainee paramedic.”
“Oh.” I looked away, chewing my lower lip. “Right.”
“There’s a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses—I don’t know the reason behind it.”
“I know.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“If you can’t pay the bill, I’ll pay it for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, and turned my head to the side. “But in exchange for what?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I’m not leaving him, Sam! And I’m not waiting for the others to help.”
― Shaye Evans

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Harper?”
“Aw, God, what’d I hit?” I asked, groaning while shifting to sit up. The place spun a little. The cold tiles bit into the seams of my jeans.
“The shopping cart,” Cash replied, humor edging his voice.
“Shit… Feels like a truck, only it hit me.”
“Anything hurt?” Cash bent down into my line of vision.
“My hands.” I turned them over to find them grazed, “and ass. I fell on it.”
“Can you bash yourself up any more?”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“I thought she suspected something last night…” I stared at the paper bag lying in the center of the table and looked back to Cash. “So she doesn’t know about Dad?”
“No—that’s your truth to tell.”
“Great, so she thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”
“There’s a way to fix that, you know.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Have a drink, Coughffles.”
“Stop it with the names!” I laughed and coughed.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“I think you’re supposed to mix it slowly, Casper.”
I laughed and icing sugar caught in my throat.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“He burst out laughing. “You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It’s all over your cheeks and nose.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah?” I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. “Well you look like Rudolph.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment.
“Hmm?” I turned my head.
“Do you believe in Santa?”
I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”
He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?”
I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.”
He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?”
I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“At the beginning of the month I wrote a letter to Santa—I know, childish—but I needed something to hope for, even if it felt silly.”
He smiled and shifted to sit by my side, winding his arm around my wait. “Wishing and hoping is never silly, Harper,” he whispered, nipping my jaw.
I leaned into his hold and twined our fingers. “I had two things on it: you, and to be accepted.” I stared at the black ink marking my letter in my messy handwriting.
He pressed his forehead against my temple. “You were on mine too, only, I didn’t send it to Santa.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?” Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree.
“No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.”
“I didn’t eat them, Harper.”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Prove it then.”
“How?”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Gee, you don’t sugarcoat things, do you?”
“At least if I’m at a club, I won’t have you pressuring me.”
“No, you’ll have heaps of strangers instead.”
― Shaye Evans

“Colt, you’re going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I’ll pay the fines for you.”
“Still don’t need it.”
“Why?” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Because you’re still trying to get into Daddy’s good books?”
“Shut up,” I muttered, blowing my frustrations into another balloon—it grew between my palms. This had nothing to do with my father.
“From what you’ve told me of the guy, he’s a jerking dick, Colt. I don’t know why you’re seeking his approval.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“The name’s Damien,” he stated, sliding behind the table. He wore an open black jacket and jeans.
“Colt.”
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“First time.” I lifted the glass to my mouth.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. The music is great,” I replied, turning my head. “Do you come here often?”
“Almost every night.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”
“You still have my number programed into your phone?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Are you Colt?” he muttered, coming to stand in front of me.
“Yeah.”
“I want an hour.”
“Two-fifty now, two-fifty later,”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Okay… what do I have to do?”
“What’s your name?”
“Colt.”
“You don’t want to get mixed up in this shit, Colt. It’s dangerous, in more ways than one.” He turned and began walking again.
“No, I don’t want to,” I breathed, jogging to keep up with his long strides. “I have to… I don’t have much of a choice.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“You saved me, again.” I glanced around, thankful no one was around or they would have been staring. I felt so stupid in his arms. Small, weak, and klutzy.
The side of Brett’s mouth quirked as his brows pulled together. “Again?”
“Last night,” I murmured, looking back at him as he set me down beside him. “You’re like a knight—always there when I need you.”
“I’m no knight, Colt. Far from it—you know that.”
”Robin Hood, then.”
He chuckled.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Oh yeah, and how do I know that? Because from where I stand, if you hadn’t stepped in, I think he might have.”
He laughed. “Damien doesn’t even know what he’s doing. He spiked your drink because he was nervous—why do you think he backed down so easily?”
“So that makes it all okay, does it?” I snapped. “Because he was too nervous to get laid for the first time the simple, safe way? That’s petty and sick...” Then something occurred to me. “But why me?”
Brett dropped his gaze to his tan suede hiking boots. He paused and tapped a toe against the linoleum.
“Brett?” I snapped, knowing he was keeping something from me.
“I may have suggested he talk to you,” he murmured.
“What? Oh for fuck’s sake!”
“Damien wouldn’t have hurt you, Colt.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“You should have followed me out! That guy could have just as easily taken advantage of me, Brett!”
“Exactly why I’m here now, making sure you’re okay.”
“Too bad if Chris ended up dragging me off to a gutter instead of a hospital then, huh?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Your crowd isn’t very… honorable,” I muttered, “I thought you were better than that.”
His eyes narrowed. “My crowd has changed.”
“So you like hanging around troublemaking no-hopers now?”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“I was denying myself. I knew, but… I was faced with the past again, you know. To admit that I liked you, I had to also admit that I’m gay, and while I don’t have a problem with that…” He trailed off, sighing as he shook his head. “It’s confusing.”
“No, it’s not.” I took his hand and twined our fingers. For some reason, it felt familiar. “You don’t want to be the gay kid who made his father crash, but by admitting you like me, you had to face your past… like I do every day.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued

“Do you visit all your patients?” I asked, peeking up at him.
He chuckled, and slid behind the nurses’ station. He paused in the doorway of the stockroom, then turned. “Only the really special ones,” he murmured, chocolate gaze sparkling as he winked and entered the supply room.”
― Shaye Evans, Rescued