229 Quotes by Kristen Callihan

What do you call a cow with no legs?” I caress his waist where muscles ripple. “What?” “Ground beef.

You look like you swallowed a goat.” “A goat?” I laugh. “How the hell does that look?” “Faintly ill and fighting a gag.” “You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Rye.

It is quite all right,” Miranda said. “There is a mad aunt lurking in my family close. We let her out, of course. But only at Christmastime.

Good God, it’s like a burly pirate landed in my bed and is waiting for another round of debauchery.

Destroyed. My polished armor. My stubborn resistance. My hardened heart. She’s smashed through the first two and laid total claim on the third. And I don’t feel like running.

You are the gift I never saw coming.

Oh, I bet you’d find that marvelous; all of us helpless women just smiling and nodding. Though I’m afraid it would never work on me.” “Of course not,” he deadpans. “I’m stuck next to the one afflicted with an apparently incurable case of verbal diarrhea.” “Says the man who is socially constipated.

Jesus on a motorcycle, he has a happy trail.

It is an odd thing to discover I’m lonely, despite never truly being alone. But I am. I want someone to know the real me, not the shiny shell I show the world.