Top 100 Kristen Callihan Quotes
#1. So your stance on beards is?" His gaze so strong I feel it in my toes. My breathing picks up. "Don't particularly like them.
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#2. Heart hurting, I stand rigid in his embrace and stare down Whitney. "Considering you've called me Anna Banana-pants since the third grade," I add coolly, "you're either extremely dense or a liar.
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#3. With a little hum of pleasure, he strokes my leg, his expression content, his body loose-limbed and lazy. Give the man a blow job and a little unexpected ass play, and he's practically purring.
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#4. Smiling, I shake my head. Nothing. I just had this image of Thor and Captain America having a beer.
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#5. Just because you encountered some grit doesn't mean you gotta quit.
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#6. You never made me weak," he said, giving her a little shake. "You make me strong." His big hands smoothed up her arms. "Just knowing you're in this world makes me want to live in it, makes me want to fight.
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#8. And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?"
"La luna," she said with a smile.
"Then I shall be la notte to your moon" Archer lifted the hard black mask he held and slipped it over his thinner silk one
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#9. Talking to you is like talking to myself. Only better."
"It's scary that I get that.
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#10. If life has taught me anything it's to appreciate what you've got. Take something for granted and it could be gone before you even realized what you had.
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#11. Fi pulls up another section of hair to braid. Not to mention Dad is going to shit puppies when he finds out. Mom will probably bake a ten-tiered stress cake, then kick it.
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#13. Aside from Ryder, none of us are particularly comfortable with the idea of modeling for the next few hours, but it's for charity, so we'll make due.
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#15. While some guys get too bulky with muscles and others too ropey, Gray is like my own personal Goldilocks story come to life because he is just right, lean yet strong, cut yet smooth.
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#16. If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break
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#17. Randal is a lad of about twenty and two, curly-haired and distressingly cherubic in appearance."
"Distressingly? Really, Northrup, I cannot see what could be distressing about a cherub."
His brows drew in a scowl. "They're baby angels, for God's sake." As if this explained all.
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#18. You know very well." Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. "You get riled up and off you go, throwing that Highland accent about as if to intimidate." She dropped her voice in an imitation of his. "Ye will do as I say or I will take ye overr me knee an' stroop yer backside!
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#19. She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft.
"My lord?" she ventured, only half serious.
"Good, God, no."
She bit back a smile. "Husband?" she took a sip of wine.
He grunted. "Are we to become Quakers?
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#20. He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. "I hate this. I hate it so much." His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. "I feel like some essential organ is being ripped from me.
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#24. Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living.
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#25. Archer's finger grazed hers. 'I feel you. As if you were connected to me by an invisible string.' He touched his chest. 'I feel you here. In my heart.
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#26. Now I know the truth. Ethan's love won't fix me. I have to do that myself. So, no, his love isn't the cure. But it is something to live for. Without him, I might not want to fix myself. Ethan Dexter makes me want to be a better person. To be brave.
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#28. Dirt!" she shouted, no longer able to contain her ire. "Of all the gifts I could have received, I am left with dirt.
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#30. Time to go, Cherry. Just ... don't look back, okay? Or I won't be able to let you go.
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#31. Baby doll, I could assert my manly dominance, thump my chest, and declare you're mine. But it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I'm not yours in return.
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#32. Love breaks your heart, fucks you up - perfect, all-consuming chaos." ... He wraps me up in his arms, his eyes on mine. "But it's also this. Peace, and warmth, and so fucking beautiful, you'll risk anything to keep it.
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#33. Finn, what am I going to do with you?" His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. "Keep me. I'm pretty sure I'm good for no one else.
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#35. You're crazy pants, you know that?" Her scowl is kind of cute.
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#36. You want to know what it made me feel?' My response is sharper than I want it to be but I can't rein it in. 'Empty. Like the world is full of lonely people who don't know what the fuck they're doing with their lives.
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#37. Ack, joke gone bad, joke gone bad," Brenna wails, flapping her hands. "Run away. Run away.
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#38. We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don't want perfect. I just want you.
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#39. I won't be a substitute for what you cannot have. Especially not if it is my sister's shadow you mean to place me in.
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#40. I think you're beautiful," he says softly.
"Beauty fades," I choke out.
"Not when it comes from inside.
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#41. What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite.
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#42. but one of the guys next to him looks like he eats screaming villagers for breakfast.
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#43. Oh, I bet you'd find that marvelous; all of us helpless women just smiling and nodding. Though I'm afraid it would never work on me." "Of course not," he deadpans. "I'm stuck next to the one afflicted with an apparently incurable case of verbal diarrhea." "Says the man who is socially constipated.
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#44. Men can't go around introducing their woman as, "Mine; Touch her and lose a finger." Can they?
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#45. If you want this baby, then we'll learn as we go. If you don't - " He kisses me again. "Then I'll hold your hand every step of the way.
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#46. GrayG: I feel like I can tell you anything.
IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do.
GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before.
IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first.
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#47. You're acting like a mother hen." Which I love. "Cluck, cluck," he deadpans
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#48. My shoulders tense. I swear Gray gossips more than a flock of old ladies at a cotillion. Where are he and Ivy anyway?
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#49. Music can be your friend when you have none, your lover when you're needy. Your rage, your sorrow, your joy, your pain. Your voice when you've lost your own. To be a part of that, to be the soundtrack of someone's life, is a beautiful thing. - Killian James, lead singer and guitarist, Kill John
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#50. You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"
His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.
His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers
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#51. Gray snorts. "Dude, I've just been compared to Thor. I totally win." "What the hell does Thor have? A little hammer?" Drew waves a hand as if to say, please. But Gray smirks. "At least he isn't hiding behind a wussy shield. Thor is a god. Enough said.
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#52. I'm thinking we get you a couple of chunky rings, maybe a do-rag and a cutlass, and we can play capture-the-pirate later.
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#54. Dex winks. JJ Watt does it, so I do it too. No way am I going to be caught with my dick in the wind facing one of those defensive linemen coming at me like a tank.
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#55. Some guys are alpha dogs, snarling and snapping. Dex is more like a silverback gorilla, quietly going about his business until something pisses him off and he gives a warning.
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#56. Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it.
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#58. His cream-colored three-piece suit, gray silk tie, and sky blue shirt. He's wearing
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#59. Maybe because I want to know how to please you. Or I'm a dirty bastard who needs to hear your honey-smooth voice talk about sex. Take your pick.
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#60. Never force something, Drew. A bolt, a pass, a game, whatever." His dark brown eyes held mine. "Force it and you'll lose. Patience and persistence is how you win in life. Take your time, look for the solution, and if it doesn't come to you, fall back, reassess, and try again.
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#61. A fine pickle we are in." "A fine pickle? An Americanism?" "Yes. Ten years there and my language is polluted.
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#62. I lost points for picking The Hulk. They can look at me as though I'm crazy all they want; when Bruce Banner loses control and fucking roars? My nipples go tight.
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#63. Finn is my happy. But he can't be the only source. I'll drown that way.
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#64. Christ Almighty, give me strength to let her go, or let me do her right.
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#65. He's going to kill me. They'll find me lying on the floor, my heart burt wide open, too full of him to stay in my chest.
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#66. I feel you," he said, "whether stalking me through the streets of London, or hiding behind a screen in my library.
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#67. I don't think I'll ever become used to you Ellis sisters' penchant for whisky."
She waved an idle hand as she surveyed the room. "We're half Scottish. I think there might be a law against us not liking it.
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#68. There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?
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#69. Time has a way of fading the sharp edges of a person's image.
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#70. I'm not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I'll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.
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#71. There she is," he announced in an almost sing-song manner, "my little devil lass, looking like a vision from Hell.
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#75. His smile falls. "You also forgot 'Don't play the game unless you're one-hundred-percent commented.' Which really just means, if you don't love it, get out.
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#76. The truth is, I don't know what I want to "be." Oh, I have a list of life wants: happiness, security, excitement, and making enough money that I can travel whenever I want. But shouldn't I have an idea of how I'm going to live my life? Isn't that the way it's supposed to go?
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#78. I am a cold man. Any happiness or warmth I've felt died when Jax tried to take his life. Until you." His ragged breath gusts over my cheek. "You are my warmth.
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#79. Beautiful," I croak past the lump in my throat. "You're beautiful." I know with an eerie calm that I'll never see anything or anyone more stunning in my life. Everything has changed. Everything.
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#81. His chin jutted forward in a rather pugnacious manner. "I should not have to explain myself to my wife."
"And I should not have to ask for an explanation. Yet here we are.
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#82. My chatty girl has no idea what she's gotten herself into. Because I'm not letting her go.
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#83. Finding peace and contentment with Evernight - two emotions he was certain he'd never found in bed with a woman before - was entirely unacceptable. When awake, the woman was prickly as a hedgehog and about as lovable as a block of ice.
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#84. Does she make the risk worth it?"
Despite the years they'd been at odds, they still understood each other perfectly. Ian didn't hesitate to answer.
"It isn't a matter of choice, Benjamin."
The other man sighed. "It never is.
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#85. I am nature, the universal Mother, mistress of all the elements, primordial child of time, sovereign of all things spiritual, queen of the dead, queen of the ocean, queen also of the immortals ...
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#86. And my ovaries damn near burst into song when Dex pulled out one of those baby swaddlers and tucked my nephew into it to carry him against his massive chest.
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#87. Said he would not turn into me. Wouldn't become a thing destined to be alone.
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#88. I know from personal, painful experience that winning doesn't necessarily make a
person the best. Sometimes, it just makes them lucky.
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#89. Jesus, there's something downright dirty about beards. Fucking naughty. All I can think about now is sex.
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#90. Promise? Ooh, I like that smolder, it's very Flynn Ryder." "You're comparing me to cartoon characters now?
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#92. Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,
"You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face.
Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.
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#93. Punching out an argument is an accepted form of conflict resolution in the man code. It's part of our bylaws.
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#94. I picked this room because it was the closest," he muttered, "but hells bells, it's like walking into a pink nightmare." He shuddered and turned to her. "I have the sudden fear that I might be attacked by dozens of French poodles.
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#95. By the time she'd finished with him, with a little encouraging pat and a request that he rest quiet like a good lad, there was no point in denying it: Holly Evernight would be the death of him.
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#97. And I think how you see yourself makes you who you are. Your soul doesn't have a title or an occupation. It's just you. The rest of the world can go fuck themselves.
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#98. So I do what any self-respecting competitor would. I shove him into the grass and take off.
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#100. I can't help it. All I want to do is sleep, hide under the soft protection of the covers, and I know it isn't healthy. I know this, and yet I can't stop doing it. I've pushed Ethan away, ignoring the pain in his eyes. Ignoring everything, even the thoughts in my head.
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