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“The death of a book is the death of a soul.”
― Emma Dalton, Bad Boys Don’t Fall For Shy Girls

“But why? You keep telling me it won’t work, but you haven’t explained why. Am I…too shy? Too weird? Not pretty or interesting enough?” His eyes widen. “Of course you’re interesting enough. You’re amazing and so special. And you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” Tears prick my eyes. “Then why did you break my heart?” He bends forward, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It’s just…you deserve so much better than me.”
― Emma Dalton, Bad Boys Don’t Fall For Shy Girls

“Can’t help it. I’m proud of how you’re growing up. A kind, sweet young man. A man who should be hanging out with his friends at the dance.” He gets up and starts rummaging in my closet. “What are you doing?” I demand. He pushes clothes aside. “It’s too late to get you a suit, but you have some nice shirts, don’t you?” “Ally!” I call. “I need your help!” She speeds into the room in record time. “What happened?” I point to Zack who’s still in my closet. “Your husband is forcing me to go to the homecoming dance.” She claps and bounces on her heels. “Good!” I gape at her. “I thought you were on my side.” She shrugs. “Sorry, Zane. I’m with Zack on this one. You know, when we were your age—” “You danced together and it was the most magical night of your lives. I know. But I’m not going.”
― Emma Dalton, Rebels Don’t Fall for Tomboys

“I want to take her hand, bring it to my lips, and tell her she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. With the dress or without the dress, she makes my heart pound. But I keep my hands fisted at my sides.”
― Emma Dalton, Rebels Don’t Fall for Tomboys