Best 15 quotes of Avery Flynn on MyQuotes

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

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

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

Breaking the kiss, she unwrapped her legs. “Let me down.”Uncertainty flashed across his face, but he didn’t hesitate, allowing her feet to touch the floor. “Everything okay?” he asked, moving his hands off her and taking a step back, giving her more than enough space to make a run for the door. “You don’t have to do this.” And there it was again, a glimpse of that soft center that totally fucked with her, [...].

Gotta love it when a plan comes together...

I don’t want to want you, and this doesn’t change anything. I still hate your guts.” “Liar.

In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was losing it.

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

Now it's my turn to give you advice." The tightened his grip, eliminating any doubt about whether he was as ready for this as she was. "Any time you're talking about having hot, dirty sex that makes you come so hard your whole world turns neon, the last thing you want to bring into the conversation is the word 'little'".

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

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

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.

The Sweets rarely set foot on the avenues. They'd always lived on the street-side of town, where duct tape held everything together and WD-40 stopped the squeaks.

Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She'd tried nice. She'd tried all business. She'd tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.

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