Amy Andrews Quotes

#1. A saint? Tanner Stone was the anti-Christ. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#2. Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties #Quote by Amy Andrews

#3. How dare he look so freaking smug like he'd just ticked an item off a sex list? Going down on Matilda. Check. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#4. His jerky breath hit her system like a drug and she was in thrall. Of his potency. And hers. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to keep going, keep touching him like this until he lost control. She wanted to bring him to his knees, this cocky young guy who called her baby and made her want things she hadn't even realized she'd been missing. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#5. Lie back, baby. I'm about to fly you to the moon. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#6. It felt like they'd been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe
even seen the face of God. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#7. Sex makes people dumb."
Joss laughed. Never had truer words been spoken. "That's deep there, cowboy."
"Hey." He grinned. "I have layers, you know."
Oh yeah, he was a regular onion. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#8. You should really go inside now," he said.

Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. "And if I don't?"

"You want to fuck me on your doorstep?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. "Call me tomorrow when you're sober. I'll be right over."

She jutted her chin defiantly - clearly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. "I won't need you after I've spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries."

Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. "Go inside," he growled.

Before he did something crazy like offering to watch. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#9. So, we had a good time together?"
"We had a VERY good time together."
GOD. They'd fucked like bunnies, hadn't they? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#10. Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper's heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her work
and she didn't care. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#11. I tackle guys three times your size for a living. I can handle whatever you throw at me. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#12. JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valleys, dark shaggy hair spread around his head like a freaking halo on her pillow.
Well too damn bad for this broken-down angel. She was the one who'd worked her ass off until two am. Not him.
And she wanted her bed back. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#13. She should be painted on a ceiling somewhere #Quote by Amy Andrews

#14. Ivy just had to look at him to know that Dean Bennet would never look at her. He was the kind of guy who dated flamenco dancers or famous actresses or multi-lingual international human rights lawyers. Not sheltered little daddy's girls who could barely look at him without turning red. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#15. Seriously, would you want some strange dude with
a scalpel down near your lady parts?"

She shuddered. "I can think of better uses for a dude
down near my lady parts. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#16. This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#17. As if your ego needs any more stroking. If it took form right now it'd be a giant hard on. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#18. She didn't notice the partially fogged vanity mirror as she walked toward the bathroom, either - two thick fluffy towels in hand. Not until she was inside anyway and a pair of jeans and fringed leather chaps tossed carelessly over the edge of the vanity came into view.
She almost dropped the towels as she spun around.
"Hey."
The Dixie Chicks crooning, there's your trouble, straight into her ear was a particularly ironic twist. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#19. Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn't litter, she didn't cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She'd never even jaywalked.
And she lived in New York for Christ's sake!
But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#20. You think you can fuck your way out of this one, Marcus? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#21. This was screwing. One hundred percent pissed-off, nail-raking, neck-biting, wall-fucking screwing. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#22. Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it's probably good for you.
Julia wasn't so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn't led her wrong so far. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#23. Quentin flicked a quick glance back at her again. Poppy. This girl had the wrong name. She should have been Rose. Great face, lots of prickles. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#24. Considering I know what you look like naked and what you sound like when you come and what you taste like, I actually know very little about you. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#25. My name on your lips as you come is the sexiest thing
I've ever heard. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#26. You're driving me crazy." His ragged words were barely louder than a whisper but wicked hot against her neck.
And he didn't sound cocky or so sure of himself now. He sounded completely at her mercy.
Like he might just die if she stopped. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#27. All she could think was what an effective...tool it looked. Her father always said you needed the right tool for the job and Dean sure knew how to bring it. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#28. Christ. He was going to hell.
The thought should have helped with the erection. It didn't. He doubted anything would. Not even thoughts of the Colonel pushing him out of an aircraft from six thousand feet without a parachute was going to kill it. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#29. He'd gone too far. He didn't usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#30. If I was any wetter I'd be lying in a puddle. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#31. I like this skirt. Makes a guy wonder just how to get a girl out of it. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#32. If I'd known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#33. She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#34. Don't ever do anything for a man you don't want to do for you. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#35. I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I'm battered and bruised and I'm tougher, but I'm still here. I'm scared to death, but I'm more frightened of a life without you. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#36. Look,' she said, sidling a little closer to him in the lift. 'I understand this wasn't what you bargained for when some cute girl at the café dared you to jump out of a plane with her. You were in it for thrills and sex and you got breast-cancer girl, her terrifying friend and her flaky mother. That's above and beyond. And I totally get you're here because you'd feel like some louse if you left her now, but it's okay, she's going to be fine, I'm going to take good care of her. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#37. Thankfully he was wearing a towel - even if it was positioned sinfully low on his hips.
But that still left an awful lot to look at. An awful lot. Like the scattered droplets of water on his shoulders and chest and abs. And his nipples. Flat and brown and so evenly spaced she wanted to get out a ruler and measure them.
Or possibly use her tongue. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#38. I think you just made me forget my own name. Not even amnesia managed that. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#39. He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#40. We'll make a wellness altar, I think … have some incense burn¬ing, fresh flowers every day and string some lights around it …'
Poppy rolled her head to the side. 'Still think it's a good idea?'
Julia blanched at the tackiness of a wellness altar with fairy lights and a water feature, but what the hell, she already had a three-metre girly snake ruining the ambience. 'Sure,' she said. If it made Scarlett happy.
Poppy laughed. 'I'm going to remind you of this conversation when your apartment looks like a Chinese brothel. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#41. You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?" she demanded. "What are you, like fifteen?" She eyed him in disgust. "I can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was about comfort and solace. About helping you to forget for a while."

Ethan blinked as the full magnitude of her words pelted him like shrapnel. "Oh my God. It was a pity fuck? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#42. You said he was a perfectly adequate lover."

"Perfectly adequate? I dont suppose I ever said that about you?" She only had to look and Logan and those rough hands to know he'd be a thoroughly, mind-blowingly, head-bangingly, DIRTY lover."

"I bloody hope not. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#43. To getting laid and fighting fires. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#44. Lacey.." If it was supposed to be a protest it was a weak one. It was more groan than warning #Quote by Amy Andrews

#45. Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#46. All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long and hard. To reach the pinnacle as fast as he could, to leap off the edge and truly leave all his earth-bound worries behind.
He was a cave man.
He was a Neanderthal.
He was fucking Cro-Magnon. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#47. You think I don't know that you're hard for me right now? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#48. I never thought I'd get a second chance at a first time with you #Quote by Amy Andrews

#49. He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#50. Quentin wasn't stupid, despite living what his father called 'a lifestyle unworthy of yourself'. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#51. I want to strip that underwear off you. I want to lay you flat and bury my head between your thighs and stay there until you forget the name of any other man who's ever gone down on you....I want to kiss you until we both can't breathe...I want to push your gorgeous breasts together and thrust my cock
between them until I come all over them....I want to look down and see your mouth around my dick...I want to turn you upside down and inside out with
wanting me. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#52. Faith had given up on the whole one-day-my-prince-will-come romantic bullshit #Quote by Amy Andrews

#53. Tanner Stone was way too sure of himself. Too many women had been letting him have it all his own way. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#54. I'm sorry," she murmured, rousing after a minute. Her breathing had begun to return to normal and awareness was starting to creep back in,
particularly of his cock still buried hard and deep inside her. She propped herself up on her elbow. "I shamelessly used your body to get off and was too impatient to wait for you."

"Just so you know, you are welcome to shamelessly use my body to get off any time you want. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#55. He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. "I was wrong before. You're definitely the best part."
Faith's breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She'd been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who'd been keen to get her into bed but she'd never been told she was the best part of anybody's anything. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#56. She was about to take a step back when his hand slid onto her leg. Slow and lazy.
"You don't wear your scrubs home," he murmured, his fingers idly stroking just behind her knee, the denim of her jeans no barrier to the sensations sweeping up her leg.
Joss willed herself to move but not one damn synapse obeyed. It was as if his fingers had injected them with a paralyzing agent.
"No." Her voice was hushed yet high. Breathy. "It's against hospital policy."
"Pity." He smiled at her. "You look hot in them."
If it was possible to orgasm through compliments alone, she'd just moved into the red zone. He was dangerously good for her ego.

He was bleary-eyed, rubbing his right hand over his hair, his biceps and abs shifting nicely. A flush of heat surged from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
Sweet baby cheeses.
Maybe she was perimenopausal? Thirty-four was young but it wasn't unheard of… #Quote by Amy Andrews

#57. His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#58. I can't have sex with you, Troy."
"Yeah. You've mentioned it once or twice."
She groaned again. "It's just that…you're so damn tempting."
He grinned. At her conflict and the absurdity of it. As if they were teenagers who'd sworn a virginity pledge and had the purity rings to prove it. He rolled up on his side, supporting his head with his palm. "I'm sorry. For being so tempting."
She snorted. "No you're not."
Troy laughed. "You're right. I'm not. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#59. Julia had been angry most of her life. She may have grown up in wealth and privilege but she'd had to fight to be heard and seen. To be validated. To be something other than a piece to be moved around her parents' Monopoly board. Rage had given her a voice against their manipulations and the guts to walk away. But it had also become ingrained.
There were times when she'd contemplated therapy for it. Right now, she was pleased she hadn't.
If anything could kill this cancer it would be the weight of Julia's wrath. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#60. I just wish I knew what he was thinking, you know?" Her eyebrows knotted as she searched his face for who knew what.
"You're a guy. Can you shed any light on what the hell goes through a teenage boy's head?"
Troy was pretty sure she did not want to know the kind of things that occupied the brain of a fifteen-year-old male. There was some stuff mothers just shouldn't know. "Well that would be breaking the guy code," he teased. "Suffice to say that most of it involves chicks and heavy levels of nudity."
"Oh God…" She groaned. "Don't. I'm not ready for that. I don't even want to think about it."
She chewed on her bottom lip and Troy lost his place in the conversation. He wanted to step right up into her space, slide his hand onto her waist and soothe that bottom lip with his tongue.
His dick got hard at the thought but he was pretty sure she'd knee him in the balls if he even attempted such a move.
Unfortunately, not even the prospect of that killed his erection. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#61. Must not do evil tycoon in garden. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#62. Rubbing herself against a sleeping man just wasn't on. It was morally questionable. Probably illegal. Definitely icky. But why oh why did bad things always feel so damn good? Just once more, she promised herself as she pushed back into him again. "Addie, I am not made of stone. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#63. Stay the night, don't stay the night. I'm not going to read anything into it, okay? If you want to hang out, then I'm around. Your call. I'm not going to boil your pet bunny or tell Facebook you have a small dick, I promise. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#64. Stop now," he warned, low and husky, "or forever hold your peace." Addie froze, mortified. "I'm…" What? I'm what? Depraved? Disturbed? Disgusting? How long had he been awake? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#65. You do know I'm not psychic, right?'
Dash looked down at her. 'Joy...you do know that normal people don't see ghosts, right? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#66. Dexter Blake liked a woman with some junk in her trunk. And the tall, curvy chick on the sidelines was packing a whole lot of booty.

She had one of those itty-bitty waists, too. And her cups floweth'd over.

Staring at her chest was practically a religious experience. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#67. Dash shoved his hands on his hips and looked down into the bowl. 'You gave my fish pink rocks?' he said as he turned to face her.
Joy shrugged. 'I didn't really look at the colour I just grabbed the nearest bag.'
'It had to be pink?'
'There's some blue as well.'
He looked into the bowl again. 'Not really.'
Joy couldn't believe she was having a conversation about pink rocks when the bigger question of what the hell he'd found out about the robberies was still unanswered.
'You think it's going to turn Ralph gay?' she asked sweetly.
'Given that he's living his life out solo it's kind of a moot question, don't you think?'
'You're right, I think he needs a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.'
'With those rocks? I think he needs Fishtank Barbie in there.'
'Is your masculinity threatened because your fish has pink rocks?'
Dash folded his arms. 'He's a bloke. He doesn't do pink.'
Joy glanced at the bowl. 'It works,' she said. 'It...blends.'
'He's orange,' Dash said. 'Since when have pink and orange gone together? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#68. When the call came for the factory fire, Logan was spoiling for a fight...His degree of pissed-off had reached epic proportions.

The fire was everything Logan needed right now. Big and raging and hungry...

He couldn't do a damn thing about his private life but he could beat this motherfucker into submission. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#69. She shut her eyes to block out the image. This was all kinds of madness. "Tanner."

Matilda opened her eyes at the sound of her voice. It was deep and ragged, almost a growl. Maybe a plea.

"Tanner, what?" he asked, his voice as husky as hers as he flicked his gaze to her face. "Tanner, stop? Tanner, leave?" He slid a hand low on her stomach, the muscles beneath tensing in anticipation. "Tanner touch me?"

A lazy finger stroked the skin just above the waist band of her boxers, the sensation coursing white hot need straight between her legs. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#70. Lordy...
This man should be locked up. A smile that could surely cause mass ovulation had to be illegal. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#71. Now, how are you getting back to the motel?"
He looked like he was going to argue some more, shifting slowly in the gurney to a more upright position but something pulled him up short and he winced. "I'll catch a cab."
"And is there someone who can keep an eye on you?" He'd been pretty wiped out from the morphine. She'd be more comfortable discharging him if she was doing it to someone's care.
"Are you kidding? The rodeo's over. The motel will be full of yahooing bull riders."
"I mean someone who'll actually look in on you, not be drunk off their ass while you throw up in your sleep and choke on your own vomit."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I bet you're fun at parties."
Parties? Ha! She should be so lucky. "I'm a real treat. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#72. A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#73. I've got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?"
Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat up straight in her chair and shook her head. "No, Gus."
Troy ignored her. "I can fence in my sleep."
"Gus." She narrowed her eyes at her father-in-law who could be stubborn as a mule. "He dislocated his elbow. He shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting with his arm. Not to mention it's going to be in a splint for a couple of weeks."
"He's still got his right arm, don't he?"
"Yeah," Troy drawled, amusement flattening his vowels even more than usual. "I've still got my right arm."
She glared at Gus. "You want to take on a one-armed fencer?"
"Damien's got his summer job starting today so I'm losing my sidekick and Cody's out with his broken leg for another couple of weeks. It'd be handy to have even one extra hand on."
"I bet I can fence better one-armed than most men can with two."
There was no bravado to the claim. His expression was sincere and Joss believed him. She didn't doubt this man could do a crap ton of things better than most men. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#74. Think you can last eight seconds?"
Joss was one hundred percent, absolutely, positively certain that she would not. She was even more certain that she'd break something.
Unfortunately, nerves made her mouthy.
"Eight seconds, huh? I heard you rodeo guys had a short fuse. We have pills for that now you know?"
He laughed and his lips were suddenly close to her ear again. "I can go longer than eight seconds as you well know. But even if that were true, I promise you, doc, it'd be the best eight seconds of your life."
Great. Now all she was going to think about while a piece of machinery spun and bucked beneath her was riding Troy in exactly the same way. Was it possible to have a mechanical-bull-induced orgasm?
That would be seriously embarrassing.
Certainly more than the good folk of Plainview would have expected from an innocent night out at the Bull Bar. There were children watching for the love of Mike. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#75. If they didn't stop this, she was going to come
embarrassingly quickly.
Possibly even right now.
Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#76. You're a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#77. She hadn't planned on getting laid tonight but then she hadn't planned on missing her home and her friends and being thnis down and, frankly, this bored on her special day. She was so relieved to see a guy her own age it was worth a thank-you-for-walking-into-this-bar-fuck alone. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#78. Sure. Although I should give you fair warning. I can't promise to be so gentlemanly again should you get horny at five a.m. tomorrow morning. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#79. She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. "We're not having sex here tonight." Even as she said it, she rode his thigh harder. Troy's eyes almost rolled back in his head at her barely leashed restraint, at the buck of hips that didn't seem to buy the message her mouth was selling.
"Okay," he agreed. If she chose to dry hump him all the way to orgasm beneath a billion stars he'd be in that. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#80. That does not make me feel better."
He chuckled. "It doesn't?"
"No. I feel like the wallflower being patronised by the cool guy."
"You're not a wallflower."
"Says the cool guy. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#81. There was nothing glamorous about the kiss. It was breathy and sloppy and noisy, more passion than finesse, but it was like a hit of speed tripping
through his blood, rippling pleasure through his thighs and buttocks and belly, their heads twisting greedily in time to the wild buck of his hips. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#82. I liked you better when you were drugged."
"Yeah well, I liked you better when I was drugged too. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#83. Missing made you sad. Loving made you crazy #Quote by Amy Andrews

#84. She'd never met someone so young who was so damn cocky. Most twenty-year-old guys she knew were either gauche or monosyllabic in her presence, but not Spike. There was a directness, a confidence in his inky-blue eyes that a lot of men never mastered.
Cleary Spike was getting laid far too easily. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#85. If the man screwed like he kissed she was a goner #Quote by Amy Andrews

#86. Is this okay?"

Dex blinked. Okay? She couldn't have been any more
okay had she been dipped in marshmallow and rolled in coconut. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#87. A woman really had no business looking that good in a man's hat #Quote by Amy Andrews

#88. You should come and watch me."
She frowned. "Watch you?"
A small smiled nudged his lips. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know where his mind had just gone. "Ride bulls. On the weekend."
There were probably about a hundred things she'd put her hand up to watch this guy do, a lot of them just as dirty as the things he'd been thinking. Watching him get tossed around for entertainment on the back of a large angry animal wasn't one of them. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#89. You know they say confession is good for the soul, right?

"I think that applies unless you're a priest. And you dont look like ANY priest I've ever seen."

"It's true. I am having trouble with purity of thoughts at the moment..."

She hadn't had a pure thought since she'd met him... #Quote by Amy Andrews

#90. There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#91. Juanita barely registered the cool fur of moss at her back before his hands had claimed her hips again and his lips were going in for the kill. And not her neck this time. He went straight for a nipple, his hot mouth closing over the taught, cold peak, pressing her into the rock with the force of his passion. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#92. Quentin Carmody didn't do early mornings, heights or bossy women. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#93. So, what...in the meantime, you just..." He glanced at her then back at the road. "Deny yourself?"

Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. "It's okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home."

He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, didn't you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?"

"Not at all." He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. "I'm just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#94. She couldn't lookaway from the feral lust on his face - the cording of his neck muscles, the tight clamp of his jaw, the baring of his teeth. It fed the heat building in her thighs and buttocks and belly. It
stoked the fever raging out of control between her legs.
She'd never been so freaking turned on in her life. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#95. There was just something so damn male about a man doing something with his hands. Something mechanical. Something sweaty. And dirty. Watching Coop in his natural environment was seriously turning her on. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#96. You have no idea how dirty I can play." He laughed. "Bring. It. On. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#97. He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she'd known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#98. I bet if cancer of the penis was more prevalent there'd be a cure for this fucker. I bet if dicks were being amputated or dropping off left, right and centre there'd have been a cure decades ago. There'd be a whole fucking government dick department dedicated to it. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#99. But...a vibrator can't hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience."

Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. "It's not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either."

"It can't snuggle with you after," he countered with another laugh.

Em snorted. "And that's your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?"

"I'll have you know I give very good pillow talk."

Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. "Right," she muttered. "Of course you do."

"I really do." He nodded. "Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I'm a full service kinda guy. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#100. Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#101. Birthday sex is my speciality. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#102. I thought you might appreciate waking up to a hot mouth on a certain part of your anatomy."
He smiled. "My...lips?"
"Lower. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#103. He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#104. Do I look stupid to you? That thing is just plain crazy."
"And when was the last time you did something crazy?"
Joss cocked an eyebrow. Was he kidding? "You have to ask?"
A slow lazy grin warmed his face. "That wasn't crazy. That was hot."
She rolled her eyes. He would say that, wouldn't he? "My skirt."
"Is long." He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Too long to flash anything when you fall off."
"When huh?"
He nodded. "When."
"I'm more worried it might end up above my head."
He laughed but stopped abruptly when she glared at him. "I promise I won't look when you get tossed."
Joss glanced around her at the full restaurant. "And what about the other hundred people in here?"
"Oh come on." He affected an air of fake severity. "Good decent southern folk would surely avert their eyes from a lady in a state of undress."
She snorted. Half the men in here would trample over their wives for a glimpse of panties. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#105. How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven."
Twenty-seven. Older than she'd thought. But still… "I'm thirty-four."
He lifted a shoulder. "So?"
So? Joss sighed. "That's seven years older than you."
He grinned. "Seven years more experienced."

Joss suppressed the urge to laugh hysterically. If he thought he'd be getting some kind of well-honed tantric experience from her, he'd be sorely let down. She was too damn tired to be some kind of Mrs. Robinson.

Like he even needed one.
"Look, you're very sweet - "
His dramatic wince interrupted her. "Is there where you pat me on the head and tell me to run along now?"
It was Joss's turn to laugh. "Something like that."
"Are you sure I can't interest you?" He set his broad grin to stun. "I'm really very good with my hands."
Joss didn't doubt it. "To which my flat tire can attest. But trust me, there are plenty of pretty girls your age in town who would happily volunteer for a demonstration."
And Joss was blindingly envious of every one of them.
He slid his hands into his back pockets and set his jaw. "What if I don't want a girl? What if I want a woman? #Quote by Amy Andrews

#106. Not even an advancing All Blacks haka could have dragged him away from the swing of her ass #Quote by Amy Andrews

#107. Tiny." Juliet's firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder's immense relief. "Sit."
The damn dog sat and Ryder threw a dark look in Tiny's direction until he realised the dog's head was level with Juliet's chest. No wonder he'd been so eager to obey.
The dog wasn't a flirt. He was a pervert.
"Good puppy," she crooned, cradling his head again, squishing his jowls, Tiny's wet nose smooshed into her breasts.
Fucks sake! The dog was getting more action than he was. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#108. What kind of place do I hang out in?"

"The kind of place where they boot scoot and line dance."

"You think I'm a cowboy?"

"Actually...I was going for bullrider."

"Well I do enjoy a long, hard ride so sure...lets go with that. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#109. You treated me like a fool and you played with my heart, like it was one of your damn footballs. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#110. He slid the jack beneath the frame. "I'm down here now...Might as well go all the way."
Joss shut her eyes as his words conjured other things he could do while he was down there.
Oh God. She was going to hell. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#111. Well? Get your suff. You're already late for the appointment or you want we should hug as well?"

Marcus snorted appreciating his brother's attempts to lighten the situation. "Not even if you suddenly morphed into Miss World. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#112. Better than an orgasm? Clearly the woman was having lousy orgasms. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#113. Green smiled at me, all that compassion in his eyes, and he cupped my face in his hands, as
though it were delicate, and precious. "You must never leave me," he said solemnly. "You may take as
many lovers as you want, but you must promise to always be here to make me feel like I can do all that
needs to be done. #Quote by Amy Lane

#114. Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#115. Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give. #Quote by Amy Lowell

#116. I realized that social media can be powerful force for good in the world and that acts of kindness can be scaled globally. #Quote by Amy Jo Martin

#117. I discovered I'm having a girl. And I hae spent a good portion of the last few weeks thinking about the kind f woman I'd like to see her become and the lessons I'd like to impart to her. Somewhere along the line, I decided it doesn't matter to me what type of woman she is, as much as what type of woman she is not. I never ever want her to become the type of woman who, suffocated by a screwed up society, fears herself, her desires, her ambitions, her impulses, her potential power. #Quote by Amy Mowafi

#118. Use between three and five photos in your gallery. Galleries with more photos are more competitive, but after five they seem to pass a point of saturation and diminishing return. #Quote by Amy Webb

#119. Liar; But never doubt I love ... I love thee best, O most best believe it. #Quote by Amy A. Bartol

#120. The greatest inspiration I draw upon is, is this city (New York) and riding the subway and watching people and I find that's kind of like the best, the best acting teacher. You know, I wonder, like people who have huge celebrity, sometimes I feel bad, should this be one of their methods 'cause I don't know how they can observe life anymore, because they become the observed. So, I, I appreciate that New York can still do that. #Quote by Amy Ryan

#121. I had always been able to make people laugh in school, so I really developed that and worked on it and I got pretty good at it and it turned into a career. #Quote by Andy Andrews

#122. A standard is an agreed-upon level of quality or attainment. One. One level of quality or attainment that is agreed upon. In other words, when a society grows comfortable with the idea that there can be many standards, the people have, in effect, accepted the reality that there will be no standard. Anything goes. And that, my friends, is exactly what happened to a once great, once wealthy, once undefeatable world power. #Quote by Andy Andrews

#123. There is nothing remotely ordinary about you, accept it. I'll show you what you are."
"And what am I?"
"Mine. I will tear open the sky to make you see it. #Quote by Amy A. Bartol

#124. For a moment, Jason could only stand there in the hallway with his nose pressed up against the cold wood of her door. After a few seconds, he knocked politely.

Taylor whipped open the door, unamused.

Jason grinned at her. "I just gotta ask: Where did you get the whole 'all the cute girls run around naked' thing?"

"I defend sexual harassment cases, Mr. Andrews," she replied coolly. "I've seen and heard things even you haven't thought of."

"Care to test out that theory?"

She slammed the door in his face again. #Quote by Julie James

#125. Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore? #Quote by Amy Jarecki

#126. God doesn't say, "Don't worry too much" or "Worry only about what really matters." He says, "Do not worry. #Quote by Amy Simpson

#127. Thing to know about the Reaches....It's always trying to kill you. Even the empty places between the stars."
Asher Corsair, Allies and Enemies: Rogues #Quote by Amy J. Murphy

#128. Do you know that two is an untouchable number too?" Finn said after several long minutes, his eyes on his hand.
"It is?"
He nodded slowly and traced the dots which now numbered six. "And six is what is known as a perfect number. The sum of its divisors - one, two, and three - all add up to six. The product of its divisors are also six."
"So what you're telling me, then, is together we are perfect and untouchable? #Quote by Amy Harmon

#129. McKenzie was Caroline's primary wingman. They had matching Coach bags to prove it. #Quote by Amy LaPalme

#130. I want to rewind the clock, take back the night when the world shattered. I want to erase everything that went wrong. #Quote by Amy Hatvany

#131. Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#132. He leaned forward and opened his door, politely standing aside to let me by before following me in. There are some advantages to dating a guy from another era, I thought. Though I am a big believer in gender equality, chivalry scores high in my book. #Quote by Amy Plum

#133. Kate smirked.
"What?"
"Your horse looks pink."
"So?"
"If you paste some stars on her butt you'll be riding My Little Pony."
"Bugger off." I patted the mare's neck. "Don't listen to her, Sugar. You are the cutest horsey ever. The correct name for her color is strawberry roan, by the way."
"Strawberry Shortcake, more like it. Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you."
I looked at her from under half-lowered eyelids. "I can shoot you right here, on this road, and nobody will ever find your body. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#134. I love music.. everything from R&B to Rap to Modern Country.. I still haven't figured out my own personal vibe.. it was sort of Nora Jones then sort of electronic.. then country.. it is very hard to make it in the music industry so we shall see if I ever find the time to finish it! #Quote by Amy Weber

#135. It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved. #Quote by V.C. Andrews

#136. We begin to realize we are energy itself
with all of its inherent possibilities. #Quote by Ted Andrews

#137. We don't talk after that, not really. And it's not perfect, I mean, there aren't, like, rainbows and fireworks and sirens going off, but it's perfect anyway. Because it's Danny almost toppling over when he wrestles out of his jeans, and it's Danny laughing into the skin of my belly when I hit my head on the wall hard enough that we both hear it crack. And it's Danny who tangles our fingers together when we're almost there, holding on tight, watching my face, and it's Danny who lets me touch and explore and whisper and press smiling kisses into his hair and his cheek later, after. #Quote by Amy Garvey

#138. You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time. #Quote by V.C. Andrews

#139. You see," she interrupted his blank stare, "it doesn't take much effort to be kind. It only takes the ability to recognize where kindness is needed. #Quote by Stephen Reid Andrews

#140. He is such a child underneath all his alpha male bravado. A selfish child who thinks everything in the whole world is meant for him. #Quote by Amy Engel

#141. Staying silent in the face in the face of horrible atrocities is just as bad as actually committing them," Aren said. #Quote by Amy Tintera, Avenged

#142. I resented the easy supposition of all's well that ends well. #Quote by Amy Tan

#143. There was always something that meant more to you than me. #Quote by Jessica Andrews

#144. It's time to stop letting your history control your destiny. #Quote by Andy Andrews

#145. Peter couldn't help remembering the stirring moment when he and Kate had sung back into life the chorus of health and well-being in Andrew's body; the base chord that hummed in all living beings, distinct to each person but closely linked together. #Quote by Alan McCluskey

#146. What are you supposed to do when you forget what normal feels like? #Quote by Amy Reed

#147. I did some thinking."
"That is a very dangerous pastime," Ghastek said. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#148. This book probably makes it seem like I hate myself and everything I do. But that's not totally true. I mostly just hate every person I've ever been. I'm actually fine with myself right now. #Quote by Jesse Andrews

#149. Doctors are idiots," ...."It's the surrogate that counts. #Quote by Amy Ewing

#150. Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#151. The shiny black nose of a fox appears through her door before the rest of it steps tentatively across the wooden floor to where she's cooking. A pile of children's clothes lie discarded in a corner of the room. The fox knows what she is cooking and holds back a shudder. There are some things even foxes know better than to eat. #Quote by Amy Kuivalainen

#152. It is no longer unusual for people who choose surrogacy, gay adoption, IVF, international and domestic adoption, fostering, and childlessness to live side by side and quietly judge each other. We can all live in peace thinking our way is the best way and everything else is cuckoo. #Quote by Amy Poehler