Quotes from Amy Lane

Oh Galen—I've never been anybody's first choice. There's no reason for that to start now.

but Mackey and Kell had asked Stevie straight out if any of his male relatives had the last name Jefferson, and he couldn't think of one.

I may have loved someone again, but there'd be a big chunk of my heart missing in that, because a thing like that just doesn't grow back, you hear?

Damn, Trav wanted this, had barely dared dream of it, yearned for the time Mackey Sanders would be old enough, whole enough, well enough, to possess like this, like a man, an equal, a partner.

Crick once showed up at a crash site and said, "Holy God, no wonder the guy didn't make it!" right before the victim opened his eyes and said, "I'm still alive, jackass, now help get this fence post out of my chest!

Because the songs that don't make the listener feel like barbed wire is ripping through their chest make them feel like someone's stitching up the wound with a rusty needle and a bottle of scotch for the pain. It's not always happy, but God, those songs make you feel.

He stepped into Tommy's hug like a traveler in the rain steps into a bus station. It wasn't home, but that didn't mean he wasn't grateful to be out of the cold.

If he'd grown up in Death Valley, he figured driving an ambulance in Kuwait wouldn't feel like the seventh sphincter of the armpit demon living in hell's tenth colon.

WALKED in three days later, and he was tied to the bed while a girl was tickling him with a feather. And sucking his cock. "But…," I sputtered, after closing the door behind me.

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.

The result was a six-billion-point turn that was probably the origin of the Spirograph and a cold sweat that soaked his underarms.

He was pulling Bs in his classes, because that was what you got when you weren't really trying,

It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

Amal regarded him with that steady adult expression, the new one that had come after the former administration had destroyed everybody's innocence and COVID had taken their hope. "Just tell me where to apply," he said.

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips.

It was like the time he'd driven a friend's MG in college—doable but not fun.

have the Nazis killed?" she asked, voice dripping with venom. "My uncle's family, I assume," Nate told her, his blood running cold. He had

But he carried that thing, that pixilated fuck-off-and-love-me thing into the music.

Finger me?" he begged, breathlessly. "A little spit, a little poke-e-ta poke-e-ta? Please?

Easier than blood," he said softly, and my breath caught, because we both knew I had blood on my hands, and I suspected he had a little of his own. "Yeah, but don't no one but us know that.

You looked at me like I was beautiful and you let me be free." "You are beautiful. I wouldn't want you any way but free.

He's yer fuckin' brother, and you defend him till yer dead.

Xander, it's a good thing you weren't some sort of Cossack general, back in the day. You get that tone of voice, that look on your face, and I'm not kidding... even I would follow you into hell.

Bumfuck Nowhere and Left Ass Cheek of Yemen.