Quotes by Vonnie Davis

Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

A bear! Ive landed on a wild and wicked bear!

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

She placed her fingertips on her forehead as if trying to gather her thoughts on how to handle this unexpected scenario. Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the bear away. Bears are easily frightened unless its mating season. Oh, wouldnt it be just my horrible luck to fall on a horny bear?

Months ago, hed told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brothers wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way hed even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.

What the feckin hell is PMS, Id like to ken?Petty Male Shit, she yelled.

Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his trucks windshield with his rigid pecker.

I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.

He held his crotch, his knees bent and his kilt showing he wore nothing beneath it.She shuffled from one foot to the other as she stared at his Scottish bagpipe. Bet he could hit a lot of high notes with that thing. You...you startled me when you grabbed me like that.Well, ye needna be afraid now. I couldna molest ya, even if I wanted to, which I dinna.Im betting foreplay with ye would be like grabbing hold of an electrical wire while sitting in a tub of water. He groaned and cussed some more. Hell, I bet yer vagina is lined with sharks teeth.

She leaned her uninjured shoulder against his plump, furry behind and shoved while she bitched to herself, Four years at the military academy, two years at Kansas State University, survival camp in the swamps of Alabama, more schooling in Florida, and then torture endurance training with the Mossad and all so I could heave a bears ass into a helicopter. Unfreaking real.

The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra whod ODd on Pepto-Bismol.

Ye have taught me something I never understood.What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?

If ye wear underwear, its a skirt. If ye dinna, its a kilt.

Take me inside. Show me if a fireman knows how to start a fire.

Her breathing hitched and his all but seized in his lungs for the want of her, the taste of her, the feel of her under his hands. His lips whispered against the curve of hers, where her cheek ended and her very sexy mouth began.

Tell me to stop, Sugar, or Im going to start a firestorm of emotion neither one of us will know how to handle. She smiled. Ive always loved storms. He jerked her face closer and her heart rate kicked up. Then its time you were introduced to a Florida hurricane.

Quick! What aisle are the douches in? Ive got three bitches at the beach cottage and they all stick to high heaven.... You do carry Massengill, dont you? Thats the best brand, according to my research. Ah... What kind of man researches douches? A man who goes to bed with three women... Would you mind checking your inventory in the back? Ill need more. Im not allowed to leave the register, but Ill be happy to page our stock boy. Douche-man grunted and flipped the package around. Its gonna take at least two boxes for Loa. Shes big. Got wide hips. Skinny legs, though. Kinda like a twenty-gallon tank on toothpicks.

You always were the hot head. You got a temper in you that cant be tamed, yet you also got a soft spot for stray dogs, kids in trouble and damsels in distress. See why folks label you a complex conundrum.

A smart woman knows when to listen to her man. Her man? He is most definitely not my man. Hes not my type. Type? If he was any more your type, hed have you sitting in his lap.