“John Davis smells like Play-Doh. When we were in elementary school, it wasn’t a big deal. I mean, we were kids. Play-Doh was pretty… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“No punching?" he asked. "No." "No kicking?" "No." "How about arm wrestling?" "No. And before you ask, we've avoided Slug Bug, Slap Bets, and… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“The 'sitch'? Did you watch that Kim Possible movie again? You know it only makes you sad that you don't have a naked mole-rat… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“You sure are a sweet girl, Scout. I'm half tempted to keep you." "Ummm... Thanks?" Knowing she was a potential Alpha I worried about… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“It would be like The Rock versus Seth Green. Now, tell me who he is” — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“Why did you come back here, then? Why risk it? Couldn’t you find a place where you wouldn’t have any other Packs to deal… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“Not to alarm you or anything, but I think you just made a deal with a Mexican gang." I've read Simone Elkeles books. I… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“You can’t stay in bed forever.” “Why not? It’s warm. And comfy. And it’s got all these great pillows.” — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“There really isn't much use in getting into a pissing contest since I have to sit down to pee anyway.” — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“I don’t like seeing you hit.” “Well, to be quite honest, I don’t like being hit unless it’s by you.” As soon as it… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“She stretched out her arm and locked her little finger around mine to signify the most solemn vow a six year old could make.… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“As the wind ripped through the flimsy protection offered by my hoodie, I began to realize the fairly hopeless situation I had gotten myself… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
