Avery Flynn Quotes

Nobody fucks with my girl."
Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl."
"But you will be.

Pride filled him. He'd put that soft look in her eye, the purr in her voice, and given her loose limbed ease.

Beauty, brains and a brazen attitude, she was everything he'd never realized he was looking for until he'd found her.

Kitten..." Whip quick, he grasped her waist and lifted her up so she fit snugly against his hard cock. "I know you love me best naked.

...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.

Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.

I'm just an asshole Marine...I'm not the kind of guy people like you should depend on.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.

I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.

Are we going to flirt or fuck?

Being this close to him was like sitting under a hotness heat lamp. In the desert. At high noon.

I'm pigheaded, grouchy and I say the wrong things at the worst time. Basically, I'm an asshole - but I'm your asshole.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

I've been practicing serial monogamy with one loser after another since I was eighteen. You can't deny I'm an asshole magnet.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

I'd have to be dead not to want you.

God, she was killing him, and he'd never been so happy about the possibility of death.

Who's going to fuck with a six-foot-six ripped dude in black leather pants, tats covering both arms and a perma-snarl?

She had Jessica Rabbit's curves and full lips that made him wish he was a tube of ChapStick.

I don't want to want you, and this doesn't change anything. I still hate your guts."
"Liar.

She'd taken his heart and his virginity and left him more bitter than sweet.

So invite me in."
Now that way lay trouble. "What are you, a vampire that needs an invitation?"
"Worse. I'm a Sweet.

I'm going to f*** you long and hard right here in this kitchen.

The time for playing with zippers is over.

Sweetling, I'm not going anywhere except upstairs, where I'm going to make love to you till you pass out happy.

The kiss turned Liam dumb. Stone-cold, the-world-could-blow-up-around-him-and-he-wouldn't-care stupid.

He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

I'm not the kind of girl who ends up with the good guy. I'm the crime boss's daughter.

Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.

Predatory. Dangerous. Confident. God, the man was her crack and her kryptonite wrapped up together in one muscular package.

Gotta love it when a plan comes together...

saying Daphne was a worrywart was like saying soccer players' legs were a thing of jaw-dropping, panty-melting goodness. It was just a fact of life.

It. May. Not. Be Fair. But. It. Can. Be. Good.

This was their game. The back and forth of demands and dominance that made her slick with desire.

He smiled. "You didn't think we were going to follow orders from a psychopath and run scared, did you?

He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

You are nothing but trouble."
"Maybe you need some of that in your life.

I'll only push you to your limit, and then I'll nudge you the rest of the way into blissful oblivion.

West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.

hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,

Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.

So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.

You are nothing but trouble."
If he'd meant to censure her, then he had the wrong girl. Trouble wasn't a dirty word when you were a Sweet.