Best 26 quotes of Missy Lyons on MyQuotes

Barbaric is letting the woman suffer to be alone for the rest of her life.

Cowboys don’t go around breaking hearts.

Driving in your world seems a bit dangerous.

Every woman needs a man.

Having someone this male next to her made her soul feel exhilarated and convey brazenly suggestive, female, liberal ideas to her inner id.

Help you? I’d lick you, and most girls would want to marry you if you so much as talked to them.

I feel alive when you kiss me.

It was like he was a caveman grunting, "You woman. Me man. Let’s make babies together.

It was the kind of scream that would be in a horror movie right before someone got chopped up into little bitty pieces.

Men were born to protect and love, and our women help us to serve a higher purpose.

She could end up on the news if she wasn’t careful, with her face plastered on the back of milk jugs. Missing and too stupid to live.

She had to remember not to look at him when he smiled like that.

She seemed to enjoy the control and picked out some stretch blue jeans that hugged his ass tighter than a pair of kissing Proulahs. On his world, once mated, the blue crustaceans shared a shell for the rest of their life in an eternal kiss.

She was in control of her life, even though it seemed she wasn’t. All she had to do was take the steering wheel and start driving.

That sounded sweet enough to almost be intelligent, but it was chauvinistic as hell.

There was an electric buzzing sound that was constantly on, acting as background music like a million cicadas in the forest. A constant white noise.

The sea of reporters on her lawn made Loretta Brooks do a double take.

The supernova sun would be cooler than the fire lighting our desire.

This wasn’t the Dark Ages, and she wasn’t living in a third world nation where women didn’t have any rights and were treated unequally.

Two blue men the size of football players walking through a store wrapped in Roman gladiator armor was bound to attract attention.

Two is always better than one.

We don’t have a Giant Aliens “R” Us or we’d be there.

When they confronted her like this, she felt like a delicate freaking time bomb just waiting for a time and a place to explode.

You call this a chariot?

You can’t walk around here half naked in Roman warrior costumes or every woman in a fifty-mile radius will be on you like flies on honey.

You might be able to kiss like a rock star, but you’ve got to get over this macho trip. You don’t own me.