“He winked at me over her head, causing my bra to try and unclasp itself in sweet surrender.” — Tracy Brogan Surrender Copy Share Image
“What sorcery is this?” he snarled. “I lie down with a goddess and wake up to an old hag?” — Tracy Brogan Sorcery Copy Share Image
“We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . .… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“most of the guys Emily dealt with these days were subcontractors who wore tool belts and cargo pants and suffered from chronic… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“What kind of regular coffee?” “Um, just . . . black coffee.” “We have fudge frenzy, milli-vanilla, fofana-banana, or blueberry bonanza. Those all come… — Tracy Brogan Black coffee Copy Share Image
“Yes I could. I’d been doing it alone for ages. Richard was no more help than a husband-sized cardboard cutout.” — Tracy Brogan Doing It Alone Copy Share Image
“We can’t control events in our life, Sadie. Sometimes we can’t even control our reactions. But the harder we fight against the… — Tracy Brogan Life Copy Share Image
“Panty Melter: an exceedingly rare species of man blessed with so many desirable attributes he effortlessly gains access into a girl's panties.” — Tracy Brogan Humor Copy Share Image
“Apparently while I was reading The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating, he’d read The Guide to Dating a Complete Idiot.” — Tracy Brogan Idiot Copy Share Image
“popcorn, with Jordan fast on her heels. They sprinted into the dense growth of the overburdened flower beds and began running zigzag… — Tracy Brogan Flower Copy Share Image
“Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it.… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
“Her head practically swiveled, and her laser-beam stare honed in on Ryan, thoroughly scrutinizing him. He’d felt less violated after a TSA… — Tracy Brogan Heart Copy Share Image
“Siri, what’s a femme fatale?” Chloe asked her phone. “It’s a dishonest woman who uses feminine wiles to manipulate men,” Emily responded… — Tracy Brogan Femme fatale Copy Share Image
“Should I tell her I was tired because her father is a deplorable excuse for a man who ruined my outlook on… — Tracy Brogan Life Copy Share Image
“Birthday wishes did not come true, any more than wishes made on puffy dandelions blown into the breeze or pennies tossed into… — Tracy Brogan Birthday Copy Share Image
“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them… — Tracy Brogan Copy Share Image
