Quotes by Sarah Mayberry

One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?

(Rude Scrabble)You played this game with your parents? he asked skeptically.Yep. And Mom always won, the dirty bitch. I guess being older shed been around more than me and Carrie, Sophie said, extracting replacement tiles from the box. Although I dont know what Dads excuse was. lack of imagination, I guess. Your turn.

Lucus?She found him on the bed in the master suite, lying with his arms crossed behind his head, glaring at the ceiling as though it had done him wrong in some way.

He would let Violet find her own way and time to tell Elizabeth. In the interim, he would listen and hold her hand and offer his counsel, but he would not push. He understood now how deep her wounds ran, how hard it was for her to trust that she could make mistakes and still deserve love.

New hair, new clothes-the classic relationship break-up makeover, Jake

(Sadie)Im not judging you, Dylan. I love vampire movies. If I looked surprised it was only because its so different from your TV work, thats all.His shoulders relaxed a notch. Sorry. Olly gives me a lot of shit for selling out. He doesnt get that no one is ever going to make his movie about two old men on a fishing trip. Or, even if they do, no one is every going to go see it.

I have sex, Grace shrugged.I meant with a man, Claudia said dryly.Now why would I ruin something so good by inviting a man along? Grace asked.

Thank you,” she said. He looked bemused. “For what?” “For everything. For being amazing in bed and endlessly patient, for sacrificing the Savage Club for me and bringing me all the way around the world simply because you were worried about me, even though it meant you were probably going to spend your holidays alone. For the way you always put your hand on the small of my back to guide me across the street and the way you let me be in charge of the television remote control and the way you have never, not once, judged me or mistrusted me or made me feel small or unwanted.” “Violet, sweetheart...” He blinked and she realized that he was close to tears. Her Martin. Mr. Uptight. Mr. Repressed.

[Jack] checked his watch, then returned to studying her back. damn if she didnt have a nice back, too - smooth, unblemished skin, nicely shaped vert

“One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?”

“Sadly, however, the sight of her generous D cups no longer sparked an ounce of interest from Little Sam, the man in charge of social activities.”

“What exactly did having needs mean, while he was on the subject? That Delaney needed to have sex? that she craved an orgasm? And if that were the case, why couldnt she just take care of the matter on her won in the privacy of her home without putting him through all this torture? Anything was preferable to the thought of her being with Jake.”

“She didn’t sound overjoyed. She didn’t sound even slightly joyed.”

“Later she would think about how hed snuck up on her so silently. The man was on crutches - what was he, a ninja or something?”

“Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.”

“Don’t freak out, I’m getting into the bed,” he said.”

“She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.”

“Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. “You’re a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.”