“Dylan Sunday, the larger than life force of nature that thought he was a hurricane. Bo knew the truth. Dylan Sunday was the calm, his center, the eye of his storm and he could no more live without him than… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Because of that, because my life ended fifty-two Thursdays ago, because...I have nothing left to live for. God damn it, suck me, you asshole. You made me want you, always staring at me like I'm candy or something. Suck me,… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Come on Jude, it’s just man meat, it won’t hurt you, sweetie. Maybe do you some good. Take the stick out of your ass… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I think you've got the wrong idea. I like women." "I do too." A light burned in Deacon's eyes that sent something sizzling through… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Lord Ironman, please play tonsil hockey with me, just this one time. There, does that make you happy?” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“It's why I went into teaching in the first place. I like the sound of my own voice. Well that, and I am addicted… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“But I’m gay and in a relationship with a hot Viking king and we have a bible thumper… thumping his bible against our bedroom… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I love your eyes. Your mouth. Your body. The way you lose your temper when you're flustered. Your ass is so fucking hot. I… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I think one of those old ladies down there gave me something. Which one looked guilty?” “Probably both of them. After all, my mother… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Since we're being honest, Thursday, you really should know that before this night is over, I am going to fuck you. Hard, and long,… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I don't know, Pepper. I have large chunks of my childhood missing thanks to her and her Benadryl supply.” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Deacon noticed a pattern where Thursday was concerned. Woman, fight, brood alone in angry silence, rinse and repeat.” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
