“I was only twenty-five, much to young to die. Probably about the right age to become a complete hypochondriac, however.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“Aah, man. Forty-one was far too fucking old for love at first sight. He might as well throw himself at her feet and be… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“You are a constant fucking delight. I don’t think anyone could ever doubt that.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“I want you with me.” Another kiss was placed on my face. “But don’t rush into making a decision. I don’t want you regretting… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“I’m sensitive. I’m nothing but a big ball of mushy sensitive stuff inside. Tell her, pumpkin.” “Your son is very sensitive,” I dutifully recited.… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“...you know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didn't care what you wore or… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“I thought that one was going to hit me,” I said, watching the disappointed girl stalk off into the crowd. “Being your girlfriend is… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“How could you have bought that girl, chained her up and yet still have managed to persuade her to give you a chance? I… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“Teeth gritted, he gazed down at me. "Now that I come to think about it. I'm not real keen on your eye color, either.… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“When women read romance books, one of two things generally happen.” Mal ran a hand through his lovely locks. “They either want to discuss… — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“Warm breath hit my most secret female flesh. Okay, enough fancy talk, it was my vagina.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
