Ann Sheridan Quotes

Everything always sounds like a great idea before it actually comes time to do it.

This is Leo's first night here. Leo was in charge of putting the napkins out and I notice that he put them on the right and they're supposed to go on the left. I only know this because I like to read books like Ann of Green Gables, and Little House on the Prairie, and I pick up random things like that from the stories.

You and me, baby. We’re going to make this world our bitch.

To hell with it all. You’re my fucking world now.

Careful now,” I whisper. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you.

Mmmm,” he murmurs, a rawness to his tone. “We can still make a mafia wife out of you after all.” I pause halfway down the steps, my eyes going wide as my heart kicks into action. “What did you just say?

I want to be covered, head-to-toe with nothing but you, Lace. Forever.

You and I together could be dangerous.” “Combustible, maybe,” she said. “But I doubt dangerous.

You promised me forever, Flynn Beckett. I want my forever.

You stole my fucking wolves out from under me and then had the fucking audacity to name them after a fucking silicone cock?

it was about comfort, about making sure I knew I was safe.

I want her to scream my name and know that it was me who made her come alive.

You need to find a different version of happiness. It’s out there for you somewhere. The journey is in discovering where, but the true adventure is what happens once you find it.

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When you take me in your mouth for the first time, I want you on your knees in black lingerie with that collar strapped tightly around your throat. Only then will you taste me.

Get ready, Little Birdy. This one is going to be thick and hard. But be careful, because it’ll also keep you up all night, begging for more!

Her full lips move against mine, and I fucking die.

The journey is in discovering where, but the true adventure is what happens once you find it.

Good for the hole does not mean good for the soul.

I’m going to fuck you, Little Birdy. If you want me to stop, tell me now. I’m going to take you inch by inch.

First Name: Alexander Last Name: Reid

Though, if I’m honest, the sight of blood smeared across a pretty girl’s bed gets me fucking hard.

trouble is fun, and you’re a sucker for a good time.

The boys have well and truly dragged me kicking and screaming over to the dark side, and I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like it over here.

Nobody takes from the DeAngelis brothers and gets away with it, especially not my father.

You’re my fucking queen. Have I ever told you that?

There’s nothing quite like a little childhood trauma to fuck with a grown man and turn him into a walking red flag.

The only problem is, he’s also the perfect definition of a walking red flag.

His words are like the sweetest addiction, always knowing exactly what to say, and as his hand moves up to my ass and firmly spanks it, I cry out for more.

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...But sometimes the best things to happen to us are the ones we didn't know we needed

My eyes can’t help but linger on the sleek curves and sharp lines of the sexiest Audi R8 I’ve ever seen. It’s a damn shame I don’t know how to drive it.

What happened? What’s wrong?” I cry out as the sudden rush of electricity leaves me gasping for air. “I . . . FUCK,” I cry out. “I TASERED MY FUCKING PUSSY!

I’m going to fall in love with you, Kyah. A week from now, a month. I can’t be sure, but it’s happening whether you want it to or not, and I don’t give a shit if that scares the shit out of you.

Yeah, what’s so wrong with that? We’re hanging out now and it’s not that bad. It might even be nice if we were talking about something other than me developing a wicked case of Stockholm syndrome.

There’s nothing worse than a man who leads a woman on, promises her the world, and then the next minute, he’s fucking her best friend in the bathroom at Whataburger while she’s busy slurping on a shake.

Right there,” he said. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Lacey shook her head. “I’m not following.” “I’ve never felt anything this powerful,” he whispered. “You make me feel things I have no right to feel.

Get out of here. Slit Giovanni’s throat. Save Roman’s baby. Find Ariana. End Phillip’s miserable life. Fuck, I’m going to be a busy girl once I finally break free of this hell. My list just keeps growing.

When I’m not near her, I crave her. When I’m not inside her, I need to be. And when I come inside her, I wish for things neither of us are prepared for. I’m fucking screwed. I think I’m falling for my best friend’s sister—the one thing I always swore I would never do.

The only way to conquer Barbara Stanwyck was to kill her, if she didn’t kill you first. Lynn Bari wanted any husband that wasn’t hers. Jane Russell’s body promised paradise but her eyes said, “Oh, please!” Claire Trevor was semi-sweet in Westerns and super-sour in moderns. Ida Lupino treated men like used-up cigarette butts. Gloria Grahame was oversexed evil with an added fey touch—a different mouth for every role. Ann Sheridan and Joan Blondell slung stale hash to fresh customers. Ann Dvorak rattled everyone’s rafters, including her own. Adele Jergens was the ultimate gun moll, handy when the shooting started. Marie Windsor just wanted them dead. Lucille Ball, pre–Lucy, was smart of mouth and warm as nails. Mercedes McCambridge, the voice of Satan, used consonants like Cagney used bullets. Marilyn Maxwell seemed approachable enough, depending on her mood swings. And Jean Hagen stole the greatest movie musical ever made by being the ultimate bitch. These wonderwomen proved that a woman’s only place was not in the kitchen. We ain’t talkin’ Loretta Young here.

Lacey’s hand wiggled between their bodies and gripped the hard length of his erection through his shorts. He flinched from her touch and broke their kiss. “I can think of a dozen reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this with you,” he said, his voice rough and strained. “And I’m feeling one, big reason why you should.

I can’t keep sleeping with you knowing it’s only sex to you when it’s so much more to me. We set the ground rules for how this was going to work, and those rules don’t work for me anymore. So unless you’re ready to say what we both know you’re refusing to admit, then I’m out. I’m not interested in letting you hurt me over and over again. I deserve better. I deserve someone who’s going to love me the way I need. You said you can’t give that to me, so if you’ll excuse me, that’s exactly what I’m going to find.

When I was a kid I adored Katharine Hepburn, especially when she played Jo, the ballsy sister in Little Women. All the kids in school started calling me “Jo.” I also loved Barbara Stanwyck, Ann Sheridan, Bette Davis, Claire Trevor—I didn’t know them but after seeing them in so many movies, I felt like I knew them. They weren’t feminists, they were just strong women, and I always admired anyone who had some guts. All those sweet, quiet, polite, ladylike little things just bored me to death. Back then there were so many wonderful women’s stories being filmed, and so many strong actresses. But by the time I started doing movies they were mostly making men’s stories. It has always saddened me that I never got to work with directors like George Cukor and William Wyler, directors who could really pull such marvelous performances from actresses." - Jane Russell

I’ve been waiting to propose to you for years and I knew that you needed me to wait until after Harvard, but I couldn’t wait another day. I want to marry you, Tora, and I don’t mean in a year’s time or a few months. I want to marry you now. Like right fucking now.

I can’t live in fear. I need to keep on going or I’ll never enjoy the little things in life.

Jesse finishes scanning the paper and looks up over my shoulder in outrage. “Where’s my fucking trip to Vegas?” he scolds Nate. “You broke my fucking rib,” Nate reminds him.

I’m going to get another fucking black eye. He’ll disown me. He’ll never talk to me again. He’ll make my life a liv-

Your wish is my command,” I tell him before yanking the knife right out and smiling sweetly. “I hope you enjoyed your stay at the DeAngelis resort and spa. Please do consider leaving a review and don’t forget to take your whore with you on your way to the door.

Run,” he murmurs, his voice so low I have to strain to hear it. “Take the fucking keys and run. Don’t ever come back here unless it’s to put a bullet through her fucking head.

Oh, um, you see, when I was twelve, I never had some big, hairy dude break into my home and say, ‘You’re a wizard, Harry,’ so unfortunately, I don’t come equipped with the ability to manifest training gear.

YOU’RE FUCKING DOMINIC GARCIA?

If he ever felt the overwhelming need to eat my ass, I wouldn’t hesitate to let out a little fart right into that motherfucker’s face.

The house is immaculate and boring as fuck. White walls, white floors, white decor. I mean, there’s a slight gray to some of it, but for the most part, it’s all white. It’s the kind of place I’d be too scared to sneeze in on the off chance I accidentally shit myself in the process.

Shit, Mom. You really did wake up and choose violence,” I laugh, loving this side of her. “Is something bothering you? Do I need to beat someone’s ass?” Mom walks down the front steps and moves in beside her car before looking back at me, a smirk stretching across her face. “Oh honey, it’s nothing your daddy can’t fix with a good beating.” Oh my fucking God. Tell me she did not just say that.

Girl, I need a guy like Tanner who’s going to make me scream at him one minute and rail me the next,

The whole vanilla lifestyle isn’t for her. No, she’s a triple scoop with all the flavors and sprinkles on top.

Viper has made it clear that he has no ill will toward me. He goes to extreme lengths to protect me, but he can’t exactly be trusted. If I was to push his boundaries a little too far, he’d snap without warning. There’s no flex when it comes to Viper. He’s not like an elastic band that can be stretched a million different ways. He’s like tempered glass; he can handle the weight and stress, but if pushed the wrong way, he’ll break.

On my way home from work last night, I had the brilliant idea to start working out. I was going to go for early morning runs and start a Pilates routine. I’ve always been in love with my body. I’m one of those love the body you’re in kinda girls, but damn, I’d kill to look like one of those gym girls with the dump truck ass and the toned stomach, but now that the sun is streaming in through my bedroom window, I don’t know how badly I actually want it.

You’ve known this was coming for years, and now that I’ve had you, I don’t intend on letting you go.” “But—” “No,” I say, my hand tightening on her thigh. “I know you’re not ready, Ky. I know you still want to fuck around and be free, and that’s fine. I’m not asking you to get into some kind of committed relationship with me.” Her gaze flickers toward the bartender, probably wondering where the fuck her drink is. “Then what the hell are you trying to tell me?” “I’m telling you that from here on out, I’m your home,” I say. “When you’re finished fucking around and doing whatever you gotta do to make yourself feel like you’re in control, come back to me. It’s always been that way. It’s just time for you to admit it. You’re mine, Ky. Since the day you walked into High Voltage, you’ve been mine.

The second we’re inside, Levi reaches for his preferred weapons while I dress in my combat gear and strap sheaths to every available spot on my body, looking like some kind of unholy assassin from a fantasy book who’s about to throw herself on the back of a dragon and command the fucking skies to destroy her enemies. Only in this story, the only vile creatures who’ll be destroyed are the Dragonis.

I thought of you when I read this quote from "Pretty Monster: A Dark Stalker Romance" by Sheridan Anne - "She’s fucking dazzling, and I know if she were looking up at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to resist a damn thing she wanted. Hell, if she asked to strap on a fucking ten-inch monster cock and peg me, I’d be straight on my knees telling her which drawer I keep the lube in. But fuck, if she wanted to go in dry . . . shit. I don’t know about that. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I’d still do it with tears in my eyes, only for her though.

The second I saw these full lips, I knew I needed to see what they looked like wrapped around my cock.

Yep. It’s official. I’m sick in the head, but hell, maybe me and my stalker might have something in common, you know, apart from the fact that we both like hanging out in my apartment.

I want to get to know you, Kyah. I want to know what gets under your skin. I want to know what makes you smile. But most of all, I can’t stop wondering about the way you’d taste on my tongue.

I suck in a breath, wanting to feel more of him all over me, and as his fingers skim across my jaw, I find myself desperate to feel the way they’d close around my throat.

You have to understand, Zo, I never planned on you being a memory. When you’re gone, and I have to say goodbye, it’s going to destroy me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive it, but I promise, when the time comes that I’m able to think back and remember our life together, when just the mention of

your name doesn’t tear me to shreds, I’ll remember us just like this.

You were never supposed to be one of the many stars. You’re the whole damn sun.

It’s simple. I will love you. I will love you today, tomorrow, and every day until the heavens and the earth no longer exist. Whether you’re here by my side, sharing our lives together, or watching over

me from above, I will love you. You’re my everything, Zoey James, and as long as my heart continues to beat, it will beat for you.

After I’m gone, when you think about us and how we were together, I want you to remember us this way. Not the pain of losing me or the long days in that

treatment center. I want you to remember these moments that were so unbelievably perfect that you took my breath away and left me feeling so overwhelmingly in love with you.” She holds my gaze, pausing for just a moment. “Promise me, Noah. Promise me you’ll remember us this way.

All I want from life right now is to live it up in my new husband’s McMansion and let him fuck me every way his incredible mind can possibly come up with.

I’ll have more than enough trouble allowing myself to be dominated in that way. When it comes to getting down and dirty, I’m the furthest thing from submissive.

You know I’m always here,” he tells me, his hand hesitantly falling to my thigh. “No matter what’s going on between you and me, or how many fucking miles are between us. If you’re hurting, I’ve got you.

Kyah. Kyah. Kyah. My beautiful Kyah Renee Bailey. Fuck, she’s going to be mine.

I’m not going to be Viper’s little plaything.

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I’ve been watching you wander around in circles for twenty-five minutes. My security team has placed bets on how long it’d take you to find your way out.

And with that, he’s gone, leaving me in the darkness as the memories of being spread out on his bed send me off to sleep with the sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard.

Seventeen, Killian,” I state, ignoring his question as I grab hold of the monster alien cock and hold it up like a trophy. “There are seventeen rubber cocks in my drawer.” “I think you’ll find they’re silicone,” he tells me.

As I mentioned, my work is . . . demanding, and there will be times that I can’t always be here to satisfy your cravings. You seem to have quite a healthy sexual appetite, and I don’t wish for you to be left . . . wanting.” He gestures to the cock rainbow lining the floor. “With a collection like this, there shouldn’t be any reason that you are left without having your needs met.

I’m not a prude. I love a little sharing in the bedroom, but when that sharing comes along with deceit, that’s when I get pissed off, and let’s face it, I can be a crazy, jealous bitch when I need to be.

Marcus narrows his gaze on me. “Dill and Doe?” I nod. “Yes, Dill and Doe. The infamous Dill Doe wolves.” Roman gapes at me, his eyes going wide. “You stole my fucking wolves out from under me and then had the fucking audacity to name them after a fucking silicone cock?

You are mine. You belong to me. There is nowhere you can run or hide. No escape. No freedom. No reprieve. If you follow my rules, you will find life with me quite satisfactory, comfortable even. If you do not, if you refuse me, you will spend every waking hour wishing for death. Is that clear?

However, you are my property. I own you, your body, your mind, everything that you are belongs to me.

I peer right into her living room like some kind of stalker,

Grapes are crushed to form wine, and seeds only grow when in darkness.

How you respond will determine the kind of strength you possess.

She’s going to be such a good girl. She’ll be the perfect whore for me, on her knees at my command.

wide receiver.

Oh, I know. You’re the devil in disguise, and I’m going to enjoy fucking you into submission.

When you survive the unthinkable, others begin to fear the strength you possess, and that strength is the greatest power you will ever know.

Alex Reid might be an unhinged serial killer with stalker tendencies, but he’s my unhinged serial killer.

Zoey James was born to fly, and I . . . I was born with nothing but poison in my veins.

Just promise that if there ever comes a point where you change your mind or decide that I’m not what you need, let me go because I’ll never be able to pull away on my own.

A stamp that would put her in the VIP lounge. The very same lounge where, just last night, I spent hours indulging in a beautiful woman, touching her in ways she’d never been touched before.

We’re two halves of the same whole, and no matter how much I try to pull us apart and burn that tether between us, we’ll always be forced back together. It’s inevitable.

I told you that you were the greatest love of my life,” I tell her, the words so hard to say out loud, but I know I meant every fucking word, maybe I still do. “That I would make you the happiest girl in the world and protect you with my life.

She’s the greatest weapon against me when I don’t want to feel anything at all.