“My daughter is going to work for Jaime Dalton,” her mother shouted to Mrs. Perkins next door; there was pride in her voice. “She’s going to Miami.” “Have fun, Cass. That Jaime Dalton has a cute ass. Tell him I… — 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 Shelby's body. "Most of the time. Nothing like sweet perfume and soft curves, is there?" Shelby didn't say anything. He couldn't break Deacon's mesmerizing gaze. "Nothing except the hot, hard body of a man all sweaty… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share
“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 is a doctor and yours is a nurse. They’d have the nerve and the stuff to do it.” “Your mother is a kindly pediatrician, not a drug moll, so it had to be mine.” “I don’t… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share
“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
