Dude, the bush is ready. Why you still beating around it?” “I’ve lived a long time, kid, and I’ve never heard anyone mutilate the English language quite like you.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.

I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.

Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about.

Do you think a woman can give a man everything while still withholding her heart? We are not made that way! - Fiona