“I'm really feeling more like a Harry Potter to your Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." "Harry Potter? Someone is awful full of themselves." "And this way Charlie can be always-loyal and cooler than cool Neville Longbottom, and Liam gets to… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image
“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 high on the awesome scale. But there comes a time when a guy should stop smelling like crafting supplies and develop a more manly scent, like campfire or gym floor.” — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share
“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 any and all Dance-Offs." Fate Succumbs” — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share
“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 with?” He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing a snowflake from my eyelashes. “You know why I came back.” My heart started beating against my ribcage as if it was trying to… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share
“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 was out of my mouth, I realized what I had said. “That sounded all sorts of wrong.” “Insanely so, actually.” “To be clear,” I said to any overhearing ears, “I hit him back--” “Hard.” “It’s a… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share
