“You think I need an orgasm to enjoy sex?” she demanded. “What are you, like fifteen?” She eyed him in disgust. “I can get my own orgasms just fine. Last night was not about me getting off. It was about comfort and solace. About helping you to forget for a while.”Ethan blinked as the full magnitude of her words pelted him like shrapnel. “Oh my God. It was a pity fuck?”
— Amy Andrews
“All that existed was the blinding imperative to not think, to leave it all behind. To have it all fade to black in the throes of a truly good orgasm. To thrust and rock and pound until he came long and hard. To reach the pinnacle as fast as he could, to leap off the edge and truly leave all his earth-bound worries behind.He was a cave man. He was a Neanderthal. He was fucking Cro-Magnon.”
— Amy Andrews
“JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valleys, dark shaggy hair spread around his head like a freaking halo on her pillow. Well too damn bad for this broken-down angel. She was the one who’d worked her ass off until two am. Not him. And she wanted her bed back.”
— Amy Andrews
“Jemima Jane Erickson was one drunken pass away from jumping Ethan Weston’s bones. He just didn’t know it.”
— Amy Andrews
“I’m going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I’m going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you’re being murdered.”
— Amy Andrews
“Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn’t litter, she didn’t cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She’d never even jaywalked. And she lived in New York for Christ’s sake! But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls.”
— Amy Andrews
“He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she’d known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.”
— Amy Andrews
“He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. “I was wrong before. You’re definitely the best part.” Faith’s breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She’d been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who’d been keen to get her into bed but she’d never been told she was the best part of anybody’s anything.”
— Amy Andrews
“He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?”
— Amy Andrews
“He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.”
— Amy Andrews
“Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.”
— Amy Andrews
“He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.”
— Amy Andrews
“Love is a risk. It always is. None of us is guaranteed a long life. But love takes courage.”
— Amy Andrews
“I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I’m battered and bruised and I’m tougher, but I’m still here. I’m scared to death, but I’m more frightened of a life without you.”
— Amy Andrews
“You have no idea how dirty I can play.” He laughed. “Bring. It. On.”
— Amy Andrews
“There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.”
— Amy Andrews
“A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.”
— Amy Andrews
“Dash shoved his hands on his hips and looked down into the bowl. ‘You gave my fish pink rocks?’ he said as he turned to face her.Joy shrugged. ‘I didn’t really look at the colour I just grabbed the nearest bag.’‘It had to be pink?’‘There’s some blue as well.’He looked into the bowl again. ‘Not really.’Joy couldn’t believe she was having a conversation about pink rocks when the bigger question of what the hell he’d found out about the robberies was still unanswered. ‘You think it’s going to turn Ralph gay?’ she asked sweetly. ‘Given that he’s living his life out solo it’s kind of a moot question, don’t you think?’‘You’re right, I think he needs a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.’‘With those rocks? I think he needs Fishtank Barbie in there.’‘Is your masculinity threatened because your fish has pink rocks?’Dash folded his arms. ‘He’s a bloke. He doesn’t do pink.’Joy glanced at the bowl. ‘It works,’ she said. ‘It…blends.’‘He’s orange,’ Dash said. ‘Since when have pink and orange gone together?”
— Amy Andrews
“You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy…you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?”
— Amy Andrews
“He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.”
— Amy Andrews
“If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.”
— Amy Andrews
“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”
— Amy Andrews
“You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?”
— Amy Andrews
“Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?”
— Amy Andrews
“He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.”
— Amy Andrews
“Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties”
— Amy Andrews
“Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.”
— Amy Andrews
“This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.”
— Amy Andrews
“His aftershave – eau du sex god – wafted her way.”
— Amy Andrews
“The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?”
— Amy Andrews