Nina West Quotes

Helen’s gaze flickers to Liv. “I’m Helen Morgan. Dean and I were once married.” “I’m Olivia West,” Liv replies. “Dean and I are married.” The possessive tone in her voice does me some good.

I put my hands flat on the table. Lean in to look her in the eye. “So she was a student when we met. She was also schlepping coffee. Best damn coffee I’ve ever had. One look at her and I was a goner. Done. Since that day, I’ve never had it so good. So don’t try and put her down because you can’t. She’s everything you never were. Everything you’ll never be.

What does that mean?” Matthias asked. “Goedmedbridge?” “Good maiden bridge.” “Why is it called that?” Nina leaned against the doorway and said, “Well, the story is that when a woman found out her husband had fallen in love with a girl from West Stave and planned to leave her, she came to the bridge and, rather than live without him, hurled herself into the canal.” “Over a man with so little honor?” “You’d never be tempted? All the fruits and flesh of West Stave before you?” “Would you throw yourself off a bridge for a man who was?” “I wouldn’t throw myself off a bridge for the king of Ravka.

This book is for all the readers who love Liv and Dean West as much as I do. This is for those of you who know the courage it takes to trust your instincts and find your way. This is for the women who love being someone’s girl, and for the men who are your heroes. And this is for everyone who believes in the good things—books, a cup of tea, sexy professors, interesting travels that lead you back home, warm quilts, and perfectly imperfect love.

For someone who’s not attracted to insecure, stupid little girls, that sure is a very hard cock you have there.

Kitchen solace—the feeling that a delicious meal is simmering on the kitchen stove, misting up the windows, and that at any moment your lover will sit down to dinner with you and, between mouthfuls, gaze happily into your eyes. (Also known as living.)” RECIPES THE CUISINE of Provence is as diverse as its scenery: fish by the coast, vegetables in the countryside, and in the mountains lamb and a variety of staple dishes containing pulses. One region’s cooking is influenced by olive oil, another’s is based on wine, and pasta dishes are common along the Italian border. East kisses West in Marseilles with hints of mint, saffron and cumin, and the Vaucluse is a paradise for truffle and confectionery lovers. Yet

Fall seven times. Get up eight.

I’m aroused. Oh my God. Does this mean I’m a lesbian?

Love the one who proves to you that ‘happily ever after’ is only the beginning.

Don’t be so naïve, Abbi. Trust me. He can smell that virgin pussy from a mile away and he wants it.

Even in sin, the act of love -done with love- is shadowed with divinity. Its conformity may be at fault, but its nature is not altered, and its nature is creative, communicative, splendid in surrender. It was in the splendor of my surrender to Nina and she to me, that I first understood how a man might surrender himself to God -if a God existed. The moment of love is a moment of union -of body and spirit- and the act of faith is mutual and implicit.

It dawns on me that every person sitting at this table has gone down on me at least once. Worse, I’ve been with every single person at this table in a sexual way, something none of them can claim.

Is there anything else you need, while I’m here?” I ask as calmly as I can manage. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know what I need at this moment. Him. Henry takes a step closer to me, heat from his body radiating, his erection now pressing against my stomach, his words stirring my confusion. “Don’t tempt me,” he growls.

Go big! Be kind! Be you!

Isn’t it obvious, Mercy?” His deep blue eyes are oddly bright. “Because you were the final push for me. I want to be better for you. I want to deserve you.

Trust your instincts, follow your bliss, make plans, work hard, learn to let things go. Don’t be late. Remember that fortune favors the brave. Live. If you need to run, try and run toward something. Study for tests. Laugh at silly cartoons. Be organized. If you fall seven times, get up eight. Always carry an extra pen. Believe you can do everything. Find your key.

You count on me to give you everything you need, because I can and I want to. I take care of you.” A little more softly, he adds, “And you take care of me. That’s how we will work. Okay?

Around 6:30, I fire up one of the playlists that my husband, Phil, has made. Nina Simone starts to sing and my movements become more fluid. I love to dance. Guests might see me on the line and think I’m cooking, but I’m really feeling the music, feeling the timing—dancing and cooking at the same time.

Shit. “I’m going to wreck your car,” I warn. “Don’t.” His lip twitches, his eyes still closed. “Unless you want to spend the next ten years sucking my dick to work it off.” I shake my head at his attempt at humor and ease the car forward gingerly this time, muttering, “My rates are high. Try six months.” His soft chuckle carries through the car.

Trust your instincts, follow your bliss, make plans, work hard, learn to let things go. Don’t be late. Remember that fortune favors the brave. Live. If you need to run, try and run toward something. Study for tests. Laugh at silly cartoons. Be organized. If you fall seven times, get up eight. Always carry an extra pen. Believe you can do everything. Find your key.

Following the three-lane blacktop, Nina knows what the rain and the night conceal. Grassy hills rise in the east, and beyond the hills lies the lesser desert, and beyond the first desert waits the true and more barren desert. To the west is woven a webwork of small cities and suburbs that crowd the shores of the sea, far from LA but bustling with commerce and compulsion, with ecstasy and horror, grace and cruelty, where most people are time ridden and wearier than they might know.

Because I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone else. Because you’re in my thoughts constantly. Because when I was stuck in that mine, getting back to you was the only thing I thought of. Because you know what things—even the most simple things like birthday cakes in a woodstove—will make me happy.” He leans down to press his forehead against mine. “Ever since you stepped into my life, you’ve been in it, for every second of every day. Marry me, Abbi. Let me love you in every way I know how to.

You’re important,” he murmurs, smoothing my hair off my face. “Giving you what you need is important. Keeping you happy.” My heart swells. “I’m happy as long as you’re in my life, Henry.

I’m madly in love with you, Henry Wolf. I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you. Needing you. Every part of you.

Is it true? Is it possible that this beautiful, complicated man who made sure I didn’t end up at the bottom of the bay that first night, who didn’t so much as kiss me back when I drunkenly threw myself at him the first night, is the type of man to force himself on a woman?

This is different,” he whispers, pressing his lips against the back of my neck. My heart blips. “What?” For a long moment, he doesn’t speak, and I begin to think I only wished I heard him. And then.... “You. Me. This. It is different, Abbi. I can’t explain how or why, but I need you to believe that.

Apparently some people call me the big bad wolf,” he whispers. “But I kind of like it.

The man’s face has been carved by the gods themselves, with chiseled edges and a small cleft in his chin.

grit my teeth in frustration and hit the key to disconnect the security feed before I do something like jerk off while spying on her. I may be a twisted fuck, but I’m not creepy.

The tough-as-nails girl who doesn’t let life get her down.” “Yeah, well …” I sigh. “Life finally won.

Another three heartbeats pass and then he moves past me and back toward the dining table and his coffee cup. I sense his demeanor

You are so goddamn sweet.” His lips skim over mine as he whispers, “I don’t even like sweet. I like filthy and unemotional. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m at a pivotal moment in my career and you are fucking with my head.

happen,

Abbi.” He strolls over to me, his hands coiling gently around the base of my neck. “I just want you to know....” He hesitates. “You are everything that has been missing from my life.

Don’t. I may not be ready to use those words yet but know I feel it, too.” His hand brushes back wet strands of hair from my forehead. “You are everything to me.

This is the first time in my life that I have all the fucking money in the world and I can’t have the one thing I want.

And accept that I will do whatever it takes to keep him happy with me forever. Because it finally feels like Henry is mine.

This is yours, not hers. She can’t have it. No one can have it except you. Understand?

You have me. I’m yours.” “Not how I want you though.” “How do you want me?” I ask tentatively. He’s finally opening up to me, but I don’t want to scare him. His lips twist. He’s hesitating. “With me when I go to bed at night and when I wake up. When I’m stressed and I need to talk.” The corner of his mouth curls. “Or not talk.

Women aren’t whores just because they like to fuck. I wish you’d get that out of that gorgeous head of yours.

He seizes my wrist before I can take two steps. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Discount yourself so easily.” He pulls the coat from my grasp and tosses it onto the bed. “I like confident women, and I think that beneath all this insecurity, there is a strong, self-assured woman.” Leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of my neck, he adds in a murmur, “And I can’t wait until you let me see her.

I thought you didn’t like sweet.” I don’t know how I’m even capable of answering. He smirks. “I don’t. But the idea of turning my sweet little assistant filthy is driving me insane.

Never in a million years did I expect to fall in love with that virgin farm girl from Greenbank, Pennsylvania, in the interview video.

crowd.” “Great! The alcohol in the lodge is the only

People do fucked-up shit on Ambien. Caleb was taking them a while back to help him sleep, until the night I caught him climbing into his Porsche, buck-naked, telling me we needed milk. Caleb is lactose intolerant.

Before that … I fucked Gabriel on the patio, but then woke up in bed next to him. I thought that was the dream, but maybe it was a dream within a dream—a sex inception.

This is all the fault of that stupid pill I took. I’m going to find out which pharmaceutical company manufactures them and I’m going to write them a letter demanding they warn patients of the risk of extremely erotic dreams that make you do insane, reckless things like let hot but dangerous men go down on you.

He should know I would do anything for his daughter.

That’s not the only reason I want you around.

I don’t want any part in sending Gabriel to prison.

We’ll talk about it later. But just know that it’s all to protect you.

Mary’s just got a donation for a hundred thousand dollars!

Is his dick as perfect as everything else on him? No. It’s small. Microscopic. And crooked. Yes. It bends sideways. A ninety-degree angle. It’s entirely dysfunctional. No appeal whatsoever.

Would that be so bad?

I just figured … I don’t know anything about you and maybe I should.

But she is a girl, pining for some spineless dickhead who dumped her and is never coming back. Insecure, stupid little girls don’t attract me, Belinda. You know that.

I don’t want Michael touching you like that again. Or anyone here, for that matter.” Is he even allowed to demand that? “Why not?” “Because, you’re—” He presses his lips together, cutting himself off. “Because they’re not good enough for you.

Henry takes a step closer to me, heat from his body radiating, his erection now pressing against my stomach, his words stirring my confusion. “Don’t tempt me,” he growls. Oh my God. I’m

So you don’t think I’m an insecure, stupid little girl?” His lips twist. “Oh, you are that. Until you prove otherwise, anyway.

I’m at a pivotal moment in my career and you are fucking with my head.

earlier

You should know by now that I love making a woman scream, but not from pain. And I love making a woman shake, but not from fear.

I know I have no right to ask this, but please, stick with me through this. Don’t make me lose you—this—because of her.

Here she is, coming up with her “terms.” Little does she know, she could demand I wear a goddamn ball gag every day of the week and I might agree, as long as I’m doing it while my dick is buried inside her.

You’re getting over an idiot ex and fucking your boss for the next four months. I’m running a hotel and fucking my assistant for the next four months. That’s all.

You’re mine.” “I’m yours.” “I want this to work between us.” “Yes!” I manage to get out through pants.

In this moment, I sense a part of me slipping away. Jed’s sweet, innocent Abbi... She will be irrevocably lost after I let this man inside me, after I give him a piece of me that I can never get back.

He repositions himself above me, one arm hooking beneath my knee and lifting my leg up to curl around his back so he can push in. Oh God, he’s so deep. It’s so intense and though not painful, not entirely enjoyable. “Breathe,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m there.” “You are?

Finally, he calls me over with a “come here” wave of two fingers.

He’s already proven that he can be considerate, especially after that whole Ambien mess when he made the effort to meet me at work to explain what happened. Then he proceeded to fuck me on a table but before that, he was sweet.

was very different. Bear in mind, Los Angeles is an unnatural oasis. It was built in and on the desert floor of a long mountain valley, which slopes gently east to west into the Pacific Ocean. Native American tribes settled the valley over seven thousand years ago and lived in relative peace until the Spanish showed up and ruined it all.

By now, news sources were simply organs of official propaganda used to bend the truth. There was virtually no mention of the outside world, especially the West, unless it was negative.