Quotes by Cherise Sinclair

Im a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break. - Logan

Feelings are feelings. They dont have dumb or smart labels,

When something horrible happens, your brain doesnt process the memories right. It stores everything-- sounds, pain, smells, feelings-- all mixed up. It doesnt matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.

MacKensie, much as men dont like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.

Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. Youre doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like Im a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

Awww, thats sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny? She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

Chocolates better than sex any day.

Im not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?