“There’s a big, wet, knuckle-dragger in your kitchen with a gun aimed at my head.” “Sounds like my idea of a Saturday night,” Liv said.” — 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
