Kendall Ryan Quotes

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi. I will either find a way or make one.

I'd rather be hurt all at once for a specific reason, than be hurt slowly every day.--Ashlyn

You may not have been who I picture myself with, but you're exactly what I need- someone I can let loose and be myself with.

I want this girl. I want her for my own. End of story. The world can fuck off for all I care. She’s mine.

There’s a man masturbating in your bathroom!” She grabbed an umbrella from the foyer and held it in front of her like a weapon, poised for battle. “Ashlyn! Did you hear what I said? Call the police!

Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.

He was a mystery to unravel, a puzzle I desperately wanted to solve.

You said you wanted to know how to please me? Consider this lesson number one. Don't be afraid to ask for what you want. Hearing you say it is a major turn on.

I can't have another guy touching something I want for myself.

Logan, with no memory of his own life was teaching me how to live in the moment and enjoy mine.--Ashlyn

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam." "I shall either find away, or make one

I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m Miss Goody Two-shoes, with my perfect grades, and days of the week panties. You know what? I have my Wednesdays on today—it’s Saturday—and that’s a pretty sad way of rebelling, huh?

His body was a freaking masterpiece that could easily turn any girl into a drooling sex addict.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I meet her eyes. “I’m not jealous, I’m protective. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Protective is looking after what’s yours already.

Generally with women, I have the finesse and mental fortitude of a rhinoceros charging through a watering hole.

Eliza Jane, I pressed a kiss to her palm. "I want you to be mine forever. Will you marry me?

I definitely know my way around a clit. No worries there. It’s all about pressure and speed.

If I have to sacrifice to give you everything you want, if I have to change who I am, whatever I have to do - tell me. It's done. I can't believe I thought I could live without you.

I know I shouldn't, but God I want you

It’s going to sound cheesy, but the fact is, I want a soul mate. Someone who not only loves me, but understands me on my deepest level,

I hated feeling like I was using him for my own pleasure, but I knew he wouldn't let me return the favour...if this was the only way I could provide comfort to him and chase away his nightmares, then so be it. Selfless, I know. Mother-friggin-Teresa, right here.

Why are you here? What do you want?" he whispered against my lips

How could I be enough for you baby?

I feel like I’m going to break,” I murmur into his neck, clutching his powerful shoulders. “I’m not going to let that happen. Fall apart for me.

I can’t lose you," I whisper. "Not when I feel like my life is finally falling into place. You were the missing piece. You were the cheese to my macaroni.

Nine inches may actually be a conservative estimate of what it might look like hard. He must destroy men’s egos every time he walks into a locker room. And I don’t even want to think about what he destroys with women…

I will either find a way or make one

Hey, Noah?” “Yes?” he says sweetly. “Why do you call me Snowflake?” He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. “Because you’re just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you’ll be wet.

My brain knew Cooper was the safe choice. But my heart? My heart yearned for Gavin.

God, she was so tight, my dick felt like it was being strangled.

He’s the thing my teenage fantasies were made of. Woodsy male scent. Muscular, yet trim frame. A quick wit that always finds a way to pull me into a debate.

I’ve learned that just because Noah doesn’t take everything seriously doesn’t mean he doesn’t take anything seriously. His priorities and strategies are different from mine, not necessarily better or worse.

If we don't try, we’ll never know.

Sometimes there are no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.

As much as I wanted to force the feelings away, I couldn't do it. This moment ... this woman? It was everything.

We were supposed to be studying literature together. Instead I wanted to take her off the shelf, crack her open, and read the shit out of her.

By some small miracle this angel thought I was good enough for her, I was hers. Body and soul.

Dammit. I knew a four-hour erection wasn’t normal.

Hell, a fifty-dollar vibrator could do his job, and I wouldn’t have to listen to its bullshit.

It's like when he walked out that door, he took some part of me with him.

What I did technically couldn’t be called dating. Unless, of course, he counted my long-term, committed relationship with my friendly bedside vibrator. If that were the case, I’d bet at this point I could petition for common law marriage.

Shield your ovaries, girl. Sterling’s about to up the seduction game.

refuse to play travel agent for your ego trip.” “If

It’s never too early, or too late, to go after what you want.

It was forbidden and wrong on the most basic of levels. But in that moment, we gave zero fucks.

I give him a skeptical look. “You want to show me your dick?” “If it’ll help convince you.” He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. “Come on, let’s go.

And love . . . if you nurture it well, love will always be there to keep you strong

Whatever happens, please know that I am with you. ALWAYS.

When I press into her, stimulating her core, a gasp escapes. “That’s what you’re doing to me, Mia,” I growl near her ear. “Is this something you’re ready to deal with?

Blow jobs are my spirit animal.

Today, tears,” she says, patting my back. “Tomorrow, we plot his murder and take over the world.

I love you without end. Don't you dare think for a second that that love is gone. Don't you dare mourn for me. Miss me. Every day, just as I will miss you. Then get on with living. Do it for me. Because I can't. I will be there in every starry night, in ever whisper of breeze against your skin when you jog, I'm in every package of Starbursts, smiling down at you when you eat the pink ones.

She was all wrong for me. Innocent where I was hardened, and sweet where I was rough. She'd want a tender lover, someone who was gentle and took his time warming her up, not some asshole who'd shove all nine inches in just to watch her gasp and struggle for breath.

It started out as a dirty little secret, something to amuse myself with.

I knew this wouldn't be casual, knew I wouldn't walk away from this in one piece.

Just lay there like a good little girl while I take what's mine." Mine. And that I was. I was totally and completely his.

Or admitted that I was, in fact, Batman and would be super busy fighting crime.

Pick me!” a platinum-blonde in fuck-me pumps calls from the crowd.

I needed a man like I needed a second period each month.

Christ, cupcake. I’m in love with you.

You remind me that there’s so much more to life. You’re my something real to grasp on to at the end of the day. You ground me. I love you and that’s not going to change.

I’m a man. A speak-my-mind, fight-for-what-I-believe, bleed-for-my-country, red-meat-eating man. I don’t bow down to anyone.

She is in every ray of sunshine that shines too bright, in the whisper of the wind against my skin as we board the plane.

I guess he traded of external flaws for internal ones.

Is that bulge my imagination, or was her really no lying about having a nine inch cock?

That’s bullshit right there. I should be waking up with my cock in her mouth not because I told her we’d do yoga this morning.

How can the man wisecrack at a time like this? I guess that’s one of the many reasons I love Hayden . . . which all too often overlap with reasons I want to slap him.

Only the truth of who you are, if realized, will set you free.

He gazed into my eyes and stroked my bottom lip lovingly with his thumb. “Mine,” he whispered. “Yes, yours. Only yours. Always.

She gets a baby, we both get laid, everybody wins.

I couldn’t imagine a day would come where I wouldn’t want this man with every fiber of my being. And no matter what life might throw at us, I knew without a doubt that together, we would always make lemonade.

The friendly giant of my childhood, the wise, gentle god who always knew exactly what to do, now lies pale and haggard in a hospital bed with a dizzying array of tubes and wires and beeping machines all around him.

This girl fucking owns me. With her sweet nature, her strength, her innocence that she's letting me shatter and of course her warm, wet pussy. She's perfect. And she's finally mine. Nothing is going to change that.

Sophie," he chastises. "You were looking down at my dick and laughing." "I didn’t laugh," I correct him. "Fine, then you were smiling at him like the two of you were sharing some inside joke. Everything good between the two of you?" "Very much so," I confirm.

We continue our game of thrusting and kissing and fumbling until I can’t take it any longer. The need to hear her call out my name overtakes everything else. “I need you,” I say on a groan. “Come here.” I sit up, pulling her up from the couch. Her mouth opens but she doesn’t say anything, which is good. If she refuses me right now, if she tries to bring rationality to this situation, I might have a fucking meltdown like a two-year-old.

I can’t seem to ejaculate lately.

Gone was the meek little librarian. Gavin made me wanton and reckless

​At twenty-eight, a woman began to question things. Big, complex things like destiny, fate, and what I was supposed to be doing with my life

She was currently in police custody, and I’d been crashing on a friend’s couch while I tried to figure out my next move.

I was doing this. I would make Smith my bitch. And zero fucks would be given.

I stopped looking for Mr. Right altogether at some point last year. Some well-meaning friends told me that love would find me once I stopped looking. They lied. Fuckers.

You sure you’re okay?” “I’ll be fine.” As soon as this shame and self-pity wears off. With

Allie’s little brother fucked like a porn star.

I had no idea,” I say, breathless.

progress on our plan this morning, contacting a few local hotels to obtain quotes on renting ballroom space for our recruiting

Maybe I wouldn’t die a pathetic spinster with a cobwebbed vagina after all.

And you’re sure we can’t fuck her? my cock asked with a wiggle behind my zipper. “I’m sure,” I muttered under my breath.

I love you, Emmy. You’re mine. All of you. Your heart, mind and body. And I’m yours.

possibility. In fact, they’ll both probably be happy. Becca’s text back is a smiley face, followed by a note that I should have a hot fling with a surfer and then tell her all the gory details. My mom’s return text simply asks when I’ll be home and I responded honestly – that I don’t know, but probably not for a while. It scares me to think about what could happen

He does not get to strut over here and make me go all lusty for his dirty, dirty man rod. Especially after what Roxy just told me. Has my vagina no shame? There are probably cooties crawling up and down that overused flagpole. I blame my body’s indecent reaction on the current state of my love life. Which is sucktastic, thanks to my dipshit ex essentially ruining my trust in mankind.

Pleasuring him felt like a gift, a privilege. He'd made me work to earn his trust, always holding part of himself back, and now, here in his bedroom, he was more mine than he'd ever been before.

Even though I’ve forbidden myself from falling for Camryn, I’m excited to see her tonight. Unhealthy as it may be, I’m becoming attached to seeing her smile, getting a rise out of her, and spending time with her.

I decided to text Ellie to let her know I was staying at Ben’s. Me: Bad PMS. And a hangover. He’s pampering me so gonna stay here :) Ellie: Lucky girl. Guys I’ve dated usually want anal sex when I’m on my period. He’s a keeper!

My eyes drift closed just as his warm, full lips press softly against mine. When he sucks lightly on my bottom lip, I open to him. Then, so slowly it makes me ache, he brushes his tongue against mine. Holy shit. The. Man. Can. Kiss.

His office is furnished in a traditional style—a large free-standing mahogany desk facing the door, rows of bookshelves holding volumes of textbooks. A framed photograph of a rabbit hanging on the wall. Okay, that last thing is weird . . .

I don’t think I’d change a thing,” he said with a shrug. “Even after all the hard times early on. It was tough getting shuffled around, especially because I was so young and didn’t understand. I wanted to be loved so badly and couldn’t figure out why no one wanted to love me back.

Thank you to GoodReads diva extraordinaire Sue Bee for taking the time to beta read this book. Your feedback and guidance helped tremendously, and I was so happy when the queen of fictional alpha males told me that I had nailed Gavin, and that his hot and cold personality was perfect.

Falling in love didn’t feel like I thought it would—like I was losing a piece of myself to a man. No, it felt like I was gaining something else instead. Something bigger than just me. But I knew this something was so big and unpredictable that it had the power to completely destroy me if it went sideways.

​ Falling in love didn’t feel like I thought it would—like I was losing a piece of myself to a man. No, it felt like I was gaining something else instead. Something bigger than just me. But I knew this something was so big and unpredictable that it had the power to completely destroy me if it went sideways.

Now we wanted to sample all that life had to offer, and we were off to a pretty good start. I’d danced under the moonlight in Tuscany, dined on escargot in a French village, and risked my life climbing into the back of a motorbike taxi in Budapest. I’d seen world-famous landmarks and met local people. The one thing I hadn’t done was achieve a non-self-assisted orgasm. Awkward, I know.