244 Quotes by Debra Anastasia

Dove’s heart broke. He’d been so hopeful until cock rings and butt fucking ruined his career.

Thank fucking God. Christ, sorry about praying with “fucking.” Shit! Sorry about saying “Christ!” Shut up, Dove. God hates you.

I had to choose between you or me. I chose you.” Pixie Rae was glowering at me like she was holding a baseball bat to bullies. That was my girl. The no shit taking bad ass that somehow taught the world to be better for her.

But now I knew that my love for her was as real as the blood on my hands.

He was making my mouth mine, letting me be the one that decided to be kissed. And then I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was just a girl kissing a boy and free falling into the beauty of permission.

She picked up the phone and dialed Blake's number. His silky hello made her smile. "You're smiling, right?" His voice was so intimate. "Of course," she murmured. "Does it still count if you don't see it?" "It counts when I feel it," he replied.

She was reuniting a vendetta with a curse.

Listening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius she knew it.

He called me a motormouth because I liked to talk--but then he'd tell me it was okay because he liked to listen.