comedy-romance

Lea was on the floor of a stall hugging a toilet. When she heard the door close, she lifted her head and gave me a half smile of embarrassment.'Gracie, I've been chemically inconvenienced and I don't think I can ever leave this toilet. Take a picture of this so I'll never do it again.

Bryce Colton is telling everyone you hooked up after the bonfire Friday night._ __hat?_ Everyone in the parking lot turned and stared. Okay, maybe I said that a little loud. I hooked my arm through Jane__ and steered her toward the sidewalk. __ went to the bonfire with you. Do you remember seeing me naked with Bryce Colton?__he pouted and kicked a rock off the sidewalk. __ thought maybe you went back after you dropped me off.___hy do you sound disappointed?___t would be nice if one of us had a sex life." I laughed so hard I snorted. That__ one of the reasons I__ best friends with Jane. I never know what she__ going to say.

You are you because you love the way the world looks through your camera. You are you because of the way you love your friends and family. Not because some scar is on your body. That's a part of your history and what helps form what you believe in. not what defines you.

That's because those pages got torn to shreds when you left, now you both are in different chapters. He wants you - like always, and you want the hot guy down the street. Typical Frankie and Brody style. You guys dance one wild tango, if you ask me.

You know what the secret to a happy life is?""No regrets. Just live in the moment.

The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.

I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.

She leaned her uninjured shoulder against his plump, furry behind and shoved while she bitched to herself, "Four years at the military academy, two years at Kansas State University, survival camp in the swamps of Alabama, more schooling in Florida, and then torture endurance training with the Mossad and all so I could heave a bear's ass into a helicopter. Unfreaking real.

Ye have taught me something I never understood.""What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?

Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.

Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

He held me much closer than Carl had. His grip was firm and possessive. It left no doubt in anyone__ mind who I belonged to and that alone sent a thrill through me that I knew was wrong. He imprisoned me in the unwavering chains of his gaze, leaving me powerless to break away while he scrutinized my soul. I wondered what he was looking for.__ou came.__he hand on my waist slid over the swell in my spine where it connected to the rise of my backside. His palm flattened against the spot and I was drawn even closer, eliminating what modicum of space there had been between us. My soft frame was cradled seamlessly into the unyielding length of his in all the places that counted, thighs, pelvis, stomach _ breasts. I couldn__ even breathe without feeling the skim of my hardened nipples against his chest. I couldn__ move without feeling his cock reaching for me through miles of fabric to prod into my midsection. He was long and hard and I grew wet from that knowledge alone.__abriel___ couldn__ leave without having this dance with you.__y fingers tightened around his shoulder. __hy?__is quiet exhalation whispered over the curve of my cheeks, smelling of mint and despair. __ecause the further away I got from you, the more it felt like if I kept driving, I would lose you for good and that scared me like nothing else.

Really? Assaulting an officer? That__ a new one for you._ ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

If I__ going down, I__ going down with lipstick on._ ~Maggie Mae Castro

Great. This girl was going to seriously mess with my ability to stay on parole. ~Maggie Mae Castro

What exactly does the I in FBI stand for?_ ~Maggie Mae Castro

You__e got to admit that you live at the center of a vortex that seems to funnel nothing but trouble your way._ ~FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro