“Ride, authors. Write a ride. Figure out what yours is, and then pimp the ever-living shit out of it.” — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“I don’t know who I am.” “You’re Skylar Stone. You’re charming, kind, clever, helpful, beautiful inside and out. You don’t give up. You bring… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“Bitch, have you been getting collagen in those lips? You look like you gave a blow job to a Hoover attachment.” — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“I just want to find a way to be with you that doesn’t hurt you. Because I didn’t realize it until Unc asked. No,… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“You have no idea how impossible your job is going to be.” “You have no idea how much I love overturning impossible.” The smile… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“Jesus, Steve hated cats. “They’re so precious.” Chenco crouched to love on the calico’s belly. “I always wanted one, but my mom said no,… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“What if his advisor found out? Would getting caught having public sex do something to his teaching assistantship? Would he still be able to… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“What did I do to deserve you?” “You told me not to throw away my work. You chased me down and made me open… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“When life fucks you over, you don’t slow down. You just keep going, keep moving, eyes peeled for the next opportunity, the next dance.… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“That's it, he rasped. Hump me. Are you a dog? Are you a dog in heat? You my dog? He slapped me again. Speak,… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
“Louisa raised an eyebrow. "Is he—how shall I put it delicately—a simple man?” — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
