17 Quotes by Amy Cook

Don't they teach y'all anythin' in school these days?" She frowned. Apparently they needed to improve the current How To Survive The Zombie Apocalypse 101 courses.

So, you play Batman at night, and fix-it man during the day?" His nose wrinkled in a way that was entirely too adorable for his tough guy demeanor. She didn't say a word about it though, knowing he'd never do it again if she pointed it out."Batman? Batman's a pathetic jelly donut. He's a little Richie Rich that prances 'round in fancy tights and dress up panties, too much of a wuss to do anythin' without a mask and a prepubescent scarecrow as a sidekick.

Whatever the hell was going on with this guy, he reminded Harley of a rat. Harley hated rats. It made him want to whack the dude in the face with a bat.

Holy Goshness! She gasped mentally, quickly averting her eyes. For Being such a private and antisocial guy in normal everyday life, zonked out Harley sure didn't have a problem with wandering around in the buff.

What are you, the boogey man?"Strike three- her joke sucked. His eyes darkened, and he moved so close his shaggy bangs tickled her brow. She swallowed hard, staring up into his dangerously arctic eyes, drowning in the darkness reflected behind them. "Yeah. Somethin' like that.

Maybe you should finally give the girl Pop's number, and I don't know, be her friend." "Just like that." "It's friendship, Harley, not rocket science.

He gripped her wrist before it could continue its progress, senses too over loaded to withstand more. Though for some unknown reason, rather than pushing it away he did little more than halt its progress, trapping it between his heart and hand. Her eyes flew upward to meet his, surprise and curiosity in their emerald depths. He lost himself in those eyes.

Your mama musta had to take a double dose of laxatives to bring you into this world, ya lyin' little turd," he growled, fists clenching at his sides.

How many times do I gotta flush before you go away, Derby?