Kate Meader Quotes

#1. Girl walked into a bar, hooked up her destiny.

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#2. Who needs the fairy tale when crazy, messy, sexy reality with the woman I adore is a million times better?

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#3. Just because you were inside me does not make us betrothed, you Neanderthal jerk.

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#4. How about some hot chocolate, Mrs. C?" Beck asked. "Warm those crabby old bones of yours." "Let's hope you're hung, young man, because you're certainly not charming.

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#5. It didn't get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America.

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#6. His anger seemed out of proportion to the crime. Men. Give them an orgasm and they want ... well, probably more orgasms.

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#7. You're going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross."
"Nothin' average about that kiss."
She sighed. "Don't beg. It's so unTexan.

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#8. Straight talk is a virtue. Dirty talk is a goddamn blessing.

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#9. He fell to his knees.
Oh, that was good.

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#10. Yes, it's me, your PA, now your stripper for the evening. How do you do?

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#11. Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.

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#12. From time immemorial we've been cleaning up after male messes. When a man does it for a woman, it's called being rescued. When a woman does it for a man, it's housework.

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#13. He'd never answered the text from his brother last night because he was otherwise occupied getting a gorgeous stranger off on an open-air balcony in the middle of downtown Chicago. You couldn't make this shit up.
Penthouse, check your mail.

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#14. Don't ever claim to be fast, Kilroy. No woman wants to hear that.

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#15. He was perfectly formed, all steel flesh, so beautiful naked that it simply hurt to look at him. But she suspected it would hurt more when she no longer could.

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#16. Stop twisting what I'm saying. It's not how you start, it's where you end up. This is where we are now and it's worth fighting for.

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#17. She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo's Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low.
Being sexy was exhausting.

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#18. Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae.
Fox.

Wyatt Fox. License to thrill - and send your panties plummeting.

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#19. Are you telling me that men are compelled by the mere fact of their gender to choose violence as their first resort?"
"Partly. It satisfies our sense of justice, it makes us feel good, and it always improves our odds with women.

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#20. What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?
Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.

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#21. Ah, hell. As had been demonstrated several times already this week, her brain was not the boss of her.

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#22. Had she really just said "lady lips" out loud? This was not their standard repartee around the office.

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#23. I'm just a simple guy. I love beer, sex, and hockey. I hate liars, Sting, and art that doesn't have people in it. - Luke Almeida

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#24. You always have my attention. When you're in the room, you're my sun.

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#25. Her head felt like miniature construction workers had taken up residence. Along with jackhammers and pneumatic drills, they were now whistling at passing women and yelling "Hey, baby!" She made the pledge of hung-over idiots everywhere: I'm never drinking again.

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#26. We have gone zero days without a panties-dampening episode.

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#27. Flynn was kissing her again, not to help her forget but to force her to remember. Everything he had meant to her then. Everything he meant to her now. How he always had been, and forever would be, her world.

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#28. Admit you're jealous, Emma."
"Never," she said defiantly.
"Just your nipples then. They're pouting.

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#29. I don't think we've met," he said in all seriousness, and her body's reaction to that voice confirmed his lie. Her body knew that voice like a snake knew its charmer.

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#30. Her cousin had clearly found a kindred penis in Jack Kilroy.

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#31. A nice note, Addy? You're calling the best orgasms we've ever had nice?"
She canted her head, wryness in the motion. "Speak for yourself, Callaghan.

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#32. Emma Strickland was not who she seemed. He intended to find out more, unlock whatever secrets she was keeping inside her sexy halter and shiny hot pants. Without removing her sexy halter and shiny hot pants, because that would be wrong. With a capital W.

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#33. This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy.

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#34. The human brain was, on the whole, a marvelous thing. It worked perfectly from the day you were born until the moment you needed it to ace an exam or resist the show-and-tell of Flynn Cross's dick.

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#35. He looked like he might break out into an irate merengue any minute. Patrick Swayze reincarnated.

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#36. Stop trying to rationalize this, man. There is no scenario here that ends with you between this woman's thighs.

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#37. Expected a bit more skin, Almeida." She punctuated that with a pointed glance at the shorts area. The man had promised Speedos.
"Think Chicago's seen enough of me, don't you?"
Chicago might have, but Kinsey most definitely had not.

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#38. That voice. It couldn't be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded!

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#39. That's right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to.

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#40. Trying's good. Trying's sexy," Gage murmured against Brady's ear. "Now try telling me what you need.

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#41. Male appreciation hardened his features from doubt to certainty. Boobs, the best negotiation strategy of them all. She thanked the Lord and her genetics for her great rack.

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#42. Find 'em hot, leave 'em wet," he murmured.
"Well known firefighter maxim.

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#43. It's more common for people to get fire tattoos. Symbols of passion, transformation, change. But I wanted smoke because it's what remains. After the fire, after everything is destroyed, you're left with smoke and ash. You've gotta make somethin' out of it.

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#44. Had she mentioned she liked a guy with big hands?

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#45. Shut it, Flynn. Just ... oh God, you've been impossible to evict, because possession is nine-tenths of the law. You're inside me. A part of me. But you pulled me close with one hand and crushed my heart with the other, and I can't go through that again.

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#46. Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you."
She sighed. "Such a romantic.

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#47. She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It's going to be the best hate sex I've ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.

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#48. Well, screw this daddy complex shit. 100ccs of Madonna girl power needed STAT!

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#49. My motto has always been: a hard man is good to find." Tess gave Hunter's unflinching bicep a gentle squeeze, claiming it and the man for her own. "And never let the bride stand in the way of me and my hard man.

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#50. Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I'm finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.

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#51. The only good deed I'll be doing tonight is for the angels."
"The angels?"
"Haven't you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings."
Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage's mouth for a beat. "We really need to leave. Now.

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#52. So this was where jock straps went to die.

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#53. Most guys would be happy to have a woman so vocal about her desires," he said in a voice several degrees huskier than before. "Half the time, we have no clue if a woman is enjoying herself."
"Really?"
"Not me. Just trying to represent for my maligned gender.

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#54. This pride of yours, it's admirable as all get-out, but there has to come a point in your life where you admit you need a hand. Pain might be necessary, but suffering is optional. Are you going to let me be the fucking man here and help my woman?

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#55. And the dancing? Was that your gift to the world? Because if so, I hope you kept the receipt.

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#56. I'm cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be.

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#57. She had shaved above the knee, packed her suitcase with her skimpiest lingerie, and the instructions on the Sexy Weekend Fun Box said, "Just Add Texan." What she had not expected was Hunter putting her on a Tex-free diet.

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#58. Alexandra, I can handle my own fucking cock."

Stitch that on a pillow.

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#59. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!

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#60. He was the hottest guy she had ever
seen, so out of her league they hadn't invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can't Place Because They're Too Fucking Hot.

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#61. What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures.

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#62. Thank you, Dad. Thank you for pissing me off so much that it made me strong and beautiful.

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#63. If she wanted to bang every waiter and bellman on the Mexican Riviera, she would do so with dildos on. No one said her rebound(s) had to be classy.

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#64. tee that stretched taut against his powerful

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