Brittiny Harrand

“Fine,” he finally relents. “What’s your favorite color?” “Wow. Such a thought-provoking question.” I swear, this guy is reticent to share even a single significant detail about himself. Favorite color. Ha. Total cop-out right there. “Green,” I tell him. “What’s yours? Wait, let me guess—black to match that enchanting disposition?” “Gray.” “That’s pretty much the same thing. What shade? Light gray? Dark?” “A deep slate gray. Stormy, like your eyes.” My heart does a little somersault. He’s not trying to be romantic, but I liked that line. I liked it way too much, in fact. I’m starting to worry I might be in trouble.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect

“I’m not good enough for you,” I whisper against her lips. Alarm fills her eyes. “Ryder—” “I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But I want to try.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect

“I have successfully managed to turn Briar’s grumpy, bad-boy hockey co-captain into a hold-my-purse boyfriend. I’ve won the world.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect

“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect