Over Her Quotes

#1. Don't push me." She stopped and glared at me over her shoulder. "You're my friend, Shannon. I care about you, but if I have to choose, I choose Cole. So back the fuck off before I slap the fucking stupidity out of you.

Samantha Young

#2. And Morwen lost control.
A quick bite and deep, and a flap of skin fell in her throat, sweet and juicy. Galadir pushed her away with all his might, backing away. Morwen put her hand over her mouth, shutting her eyes.

Chiara Cilli

#3. Gram walked between the brothers, and slipped an arm through each man's bent elbow. When she glanced over her shoulder at Paisley, her eyes gleamed with pleasure. "These two are mine, sweet pea. The next man in a kilt is yours. In Scotland, it's every woman for herself.

Vonnie Davis

#4. Leave it to Winter to make a bunch of sadistic, hot-headed predators get all swoony over her.

Marissa Meyer

#5. In those days, before the First World War, young women did not use makeup. Anna was free of lipstick, and her gold hair was rolled in great coils over her ears.

Daphne Du Maurier

#6. Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.

Thomas Pynchon

#7. You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment.
"No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.

E.D.E.N. Southworth

#8. This is Jai." She bobbed a head over her left shoulder. "And Charlie." Head bob over her right shoulder. "But today you can call them Ass and Hat.

Samantha Young

#9. No, but I wouldn't turn them down if they both wanted to ravage my body." Candy tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

Melody Snow Monroe

#10. Her heart now pounding, a strange feeling of combined fear and happiness invaded her. She took a deep breath. Her lungs filled with fresh air. An invigorating rush of electricity all over her body overcame her.
"So, is this how falling in love feels?" she thought.
She knew the answer.

Yasmin Tirado-Chiodini

#11. Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead ...

Djuna Barnes

#12. His thumb rubbed gently over her bow mouth, liking the way it

Diana Palmer

#13. Sweet bleedin' Jesus," Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. "Do ye think to display yerself for every man on the
beach? Ye doona allow me to look and I'm bloody livin' with ye.

Shannon MacLeod

#14. Stardust, he'd called them, those glorious freckles that were sprinkled over her arms and shoulders.

Kristen Callihan

#15. Lucille," Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. "Is that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?"

"Well, pinch my pooch, I believe it is," Lucille said. "I barely recognize him with his clothes on.

Ann Charles

#16. She fell, rolled, kicked out with one boot. The alien tripped over her leg and went sprawling, spilling one queen's egg onto its side. Ripley screamed in pain as her wounded leg was jarred, but then she was standing again, aiming the charge thumper and firing her last shot into the monster's face.

Tim Lebbon

#17. Your husband would anchor himself to a block of granite should you ask."
"No, I wouldn't," Frey entered the conversation. "So, wife, do not ask."
Finnie threw a smile over her shoulder

Kristen Ashley

#18. Katsa kicked off her shoes, hitched up her skirt, and climbed into the fountain, sighing as the cold water ran between her toes and lapped at her ankles. it was a great improvement over her shoes. She would not put them on again tonight.

Kristin Cashore

#19. He hooked the charm into place. "Only this star matters." His thumb brushing over her inner wrist. "Should it be erased, no other has the right to live.

Nalini Singh

#20. She's remarkably refined." "You told me she slung Miss Birmingham over her shoulder and tossed her into a carriage.

Jen Turano

#21. I towered over her and growled when she poked into me. Meanwhile her damn minions were garbling some shit, like they really thought mommy could take my ass.

Jordan Silver

#22. You're trembling," he said. "I think I'm scared." "But why?" He smoothed his hand over her hair. "I was a fool to have left you alone, but it won't happen again." "I've never had anyone try to kill me before." Richard patted her back gently. "'Tis a bit unnerving the first time.

Lynn Kurland

#23. He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. "You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should," he said.

Jill Shalvis

#24. A breeze wafted over her face, and she realized she was in the parking lot next to Jean-Luc's BMW. She must have

Kerrelyn Sparks

#25. Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.

Sara Zarr

#26. The beauty spot by her lip was one of a dozen or so scattered over her body. My new constellations.

Glen Duncan

#27. Where do you go when you disappear? What do you see on the other side?"
"Come with me," she said, running her tongue over her teeth. "See for yourself."
The goose flesh rose on my arms. I never asked her again.

Mike Driver

#28. Brought it back to her desk to go over her research for the next

Danielle Steel

#29. Mrs. Tulliver, as we have seen, was not without influence over her husband. No woman is; she can always incline him to do either what she wishes, or the reverse ...

George Eliot

#30. She is holding both hands over her stomach and smiling. It is a primal smile, a primordial smile, a smile of animal contentment - a smile like the smile of a dog with a ball, or a purring cat. It is a smile utterly impossible not to smile back at, and McFadden does.

Scott Gardiner

#31. She turned and walked away, pausing only a moment at the door to glance over her shoulder. William wanted to think she was looking at him, but he figured she was probably more interested in his friend. William decided to let it drop. There was no telling what Miss Dandridge might be thinking.

Tracie Peterson

#32. Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.

Montgomery Mahaffey

#33. Is that why I went wild over her? Because once I saw her truly? Is devotion as simple as that?

Denis Johnson

#34. Hilary peered over her shoulder at Cam, letting her eyes lazily take him in, "See you soon, tiger."
They both watched as the door closed behind her.
Cam made a moaning sound with a wild expression across his face. "She's going to be fun to tame.

Stacey O'Neale

#35. It's just snow," Lesa said, rolling her eyes. "It's not going to hurt you."
Kimmy smoothed her hands over her blond hair. "Sugar melts."
"Yeah, and shit floats." Lesa took her seat, yanking out last night's English homework.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#36. God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.

Amy Jarecki

#37. What's the difference between eccentric and crazy?'

She lifted her hands above her head, tapped her zills together, and danced out the door. From over her shoulder she laughed and called out, 'Nobody knows!

Beth Hoffman

#38. For hours, they wrote back and forth, a conversation punctuated by short periods of waiting, where Lucy held her breath and kept watch over her phone, resenting the constraints of technology, the limits of distance.

Jennifer E. Smith

#39. The girl cupped her hands over her eyes and blinked. She was pretty enough, with blonde highlights that you can only find in youth or a bottle. "Hi." Loren

Harlan Coben

#40. The poor guy," she said, and this was remorse over her savage speed and rashness as well as pity for this boy, haunting the mouth of an alley with that toy of swift decisions.

Saul Bellow

#41. I repel all guys. Now I have proof. PROOF.
Wait till Jenna hears. Maybe I need a different deodorant?
She ran her tongue over her teeth. Or toothpaste?

Anne Eliot

#42. People who get his kind of result are ... She looks over her shoulder like she expects someone to appear behind her ... are called ... Divergent.

Veronica Roth

#43. My mom stares at him in disbelief. "This is thanks to your schemes. You pressured her to choose you ... to choose Wonderland over her other side. What did you think would happen?"
Morpheus hunches lower, miserable.

A.G. Howard

#44. She won't love again in the same unbridled way; she'll never feel the sharp brightness of her own personality when he gazes upon her, when he draws a spotlight over her and she responds, fully illuminated.

Katie Khan

#45. Joan of Arc was born 600 years ago. Six centuries is a long time to continue to mark the birth of a girl who, according to her family and friends, knew little more than spinning and watching over her father's flocks.

Kathryn Harrison

#46. You're a machine," she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek.
"Only for you, sweetheart.

Savannah Stuart

#47. After all the dangerous adventures I'd had, I couldn't die like this. Sadie would be devastated. Then, once she got over her grief, she'd track down my soul in the Egyptian afterlife and tease me mercilessly for how stupid I'd been.

Rick Riordan

#48. She could feel magic in the quiet spring day, like a sorcerer's far-off voice, and lines of poetry floated over her mind as if they were strands of spider-web.

Stella Gibbons

#49. Her heart was beating a marathon somewhere in the region of her throat, her skin felt hot and stretched taut over her bones, and she was damp in places she was tolerably certain unmarried gentlewomen were not supposed to be damp in.

Gail Carriger

#50. Why is it" - she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower - "that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?"
A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. "Because I'm a smart man.

Nalini Singh

#51. You're practically begging for it, aren't you?" he murmured.
"No."
His chuckle rasped over her senses. "I like begging, Reagan."
"I'm not going to beg."
He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing, and she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. Then he said softly, "Damn.

Kelly Jamieson

#52. Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian's body with her own. Cassian went still - then his hand slid over her back. Together. They'd go together.

Sarah J. Maas

#53. And then a wave of peace washed over her and told her it wasn't where she lived that mattered, but that she was walking with Him.

Chris Fabry

#54. She didn't usually mind being just a bit in over her head. She generally flailed like a becalmed ship, irritable and purposeless and panicked, when things were simple.

Julie Anne Long

#55. Elizabeth poured the brewskilicious foam over her aforementioned bodalicious huzza-huzzas and Wahwahzoozie." - Bats 2015

Fred Barnett

#56. Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.

Stephanie Julian

#57. Miranda put a hand over her face and looked through her fingers, the world in pieces, her father's legs gone, the woman's torso vanished. Now they looked like broken dolls, their jaws clacking, breeze blowing through their hollows.

Helen Oyeyemi

#58. What would my little grasshopper like?"
...
She glared over her shoulder at him. "I'm not going to call you Mr Miyagi you know."
"Yes you will, but that's not important at the moment.

R.L. Mathewson

#59. It was cool, his finger, being made of titanium, and he used it to stroke her, first on the outside, running it over her pubic hair until she began to moan, and then sliding it inside her.

Kathryn Davis

#60. Kezia could've guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available skin.

Tracey Alvarez

#61. ... No matter what happens to me, watch over her."

"You needn't ask. You ken I will--wi' my life."

"My love lies upon her."

Iain grinned. "And her's upon you. I can see it. Now go to her."

-Iain and Morgan

Pamela Clare

#62. His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. "You burn so very brightly, you know"
"Yeah," she muttered. "You said.

Rachel Caine

#63. At that point, when she'd been staring down the account-whoring, turbo-bitch's face, she wouldn't have much cared if her head spun around and she'd yarked up pea soup at warp speed all over her. At least it would have matched Linda's new color ranking.

Dakota Cassidy

#64. Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great."
"I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra."
"My dream date.

Lisa Kleypas

#65. Are you ready?"
"To strip that dress off you."
God, he was good for her self-esteem. This guy would never choose TV and beer over her.

Ava Gray

#66. To accommodate her hats, the limousine roof was raised five inches over her passenger seat.

Estella M. Chung

#67. Suddenly a feeling swam over her with a mighty strength. The feeling was both overwhelming and peaceful, linking her to some cosmic and eternal force as the earth around her became more vibrant and alive. It was as if heaven and earth, past and present, were all one in an instant.

Mike Ericksen

#68. A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale," I said. "But she's naked and the storyteller's hands are all over her.

Glen Duncan

#69. My father not only broke her heart, he pretty much shat all over her pride and self-worth.

Jennifer Niven

#70. Behind him, Birgitte Silverbow stood over her corpse, one foot to either side of the headless body.

Robert Jordan

#71. Really?" asked Nina, tugging at her corset. Pollen from one of the irises had scattered over her bare shoulder. Matthias had the overwhelming urge to brush it away with his lips. It's probably poisonous, he told himself sternly. Maybe he should take a walk.

Leigh Bardugo

#72. He's just explaining the situation to her, but he's all over her every chance he gets! Kureno! Touching Tohru!!!

Natsuki Takaya

#73. The promised notification was hanging over her head. The postman's knock within the neighbourhood was beginning to bring its daily terrors -and if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.

Jane Austen

#74. Life is an act - most of it, anyway. Get out there today and pretend you're in charge, for goodness' sake. Do you hear me? Lift up your head and pretend." A flicker of a smile passed over her face. "It's the secret to everything.

Kate Alcott

#75. Nicola had to move closer to Marcus, had to take his hands in hers and hold them over her heart as though she could give hers up for his if it meant she could take away all of the pain he'd had to deal with at such a terribly young age.

Bella Andre

#76. Maddie quickly pulled down the blackout curtains over her bright and vulnerable soul.

Elizabeth Wein

#77. This new brand of mastery, of dominance that demanded she bare her soul, not just surrender her body, gave him a terrible power over her.

Renee Rose

#78. He sat there looking at her smiling and laughing, watching her hair fall over her eyes and she setting it back behind her ear, He turned away bowed his head down and smiled himself looking back at the sky.

Akshay Vasu

#79. Wearing my tee over her shorts, she studied the sink counter. "You smell like chocolate."
I handed her the Axe spray. "It brings all the girls to the yard.

Bijou Hunter

#80. When the beaded curtain parts with a sound like rain, it is Marco who enters the fortune-teller's chamber, and Isobel immediately flips her veil from her face, the impossibly thin black silk floating back over her head like mist.

Erin Morgenstern

#81. You don't like birthdays, Aelan?" The silver eyes ran over her gently. "Because I can help you love birthdays...trust me." ~Nolan

Sarah Brocious

#82. Lila stretches the hem of her tank top over her hips as she moves toward me. When she sits, it's with her thigh melting against mine. Her heat radiates past my jeans to my skin. Every single cell within my body sizzles to life. Play this right, Lincoln. She deserves a man, not a boy.

Katie McGarry

#83. It distressed him seeing her so upset. And his distress over her distress distressed him even more. Which made no sense being that she continued to lie to him, even knowing what he had at stake.
She was a devil of a confusing woman.

Leigh LaValle

#84. He'd better be one who keeps his eyes from the others or she'll have him over her knee.

Louis L'Amour

#85. Your irritation is important to us," Cassie droned, looking at me upside down with her head tipped backwards over her headrest, "and will be exacerbated in rotation. Thank you for holding.

Tana French

#86. A blacksmith can go anywhere. A detective inspector only goes where the dead bodies are."
"But there aren't any dead people here today."
Mina glanced over her shoulder at the chest Newberry carried. "That's why I brought my own.

Meljean Brook

#87. We've got to stop meeting like this."
"No, we don't." He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn't told her yet.

Tara Janzen

#88. He bowed over her hand and kissed the knuckles. He'd never despised a glove more in his life.

Kristi Ann Hunter

#89. Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water.

Lauren Oliver

#90. When she cries, It's over her book boyfriend

Shaunti Barr

#91. Well, I've got tomorrow morning off, so I thought I might spend that thinking about her. Basically, my plan is to maybe just romantically obsess over her but not really do anything about it.

Christopher Shevlin

#92. Wait," Toby said, talking over her as she looked around at all of us. "So this means all you guys are off, like, rounding the bases and I'm still in the dugout. I'm the person selling Cracker Jack in the stands."
"This metaphor is getting weird," Palmer murmured to me.

Morgan Matson

#93. She thrusts hurriedly into your hand an extremely hot buttered roll, flashes out a tiny pair of scissors, snips off the second button of your overcoat, meaningly ejaculates the one word, "parallelogram!" and swiftly flies down a cross street, looking back fearfully over her shoulder. That

O. Henry

#94. She covered his hand with hers over her abdomen. His was so much bigger than hers and had probably fired guns, rifles, and god knew what else, but right here, right now, his tenderness broke down her will as sure as any grenade.

Lisa Kessler

#95. Tick peering over her shoulder. Blessings be upon this

Anonymous

#96. You always said I could see the present," said Candle, when she could speak. "But I can see nothing about her - my own daughter." Liir smoothed his hand over her silky flank. "Maybe that's not so surprising. Maybe all parents are blindest to their own offspring.

Gregory Maguire

#97. I can't do this," she whispered.
He nodded. "I know."
"I want to but I--"
"It's okay." He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong.

-Mallory and Ty

Jill Shalvis

#98. Pursing my lips, I strive to appear unaffected by his touch. He is so artful at diverting me from anything painful, or anything he doesn't want to address. And you let him, my subconscious pipes up unhelpfully, gazing over her copy of Jane Eyre.

E.L. James

#99. She cried over the messed up messy mess of her life, over her parents' failures and her own shortcomings.

Stephanie Bond

#100. The idea of marrying Lukan made her skin crawl. He was a Chenayan. She, a Norin. He was her conqueror. She, his conquered. He had been born and raised to lord over her. She had been born and raised to hate him. They might as well have been different species.

Gwynn White