16 Quotes by Lynn Kelling

'I'm not that easy to get rid of,' Andre retorts. 'As you know well. What state are you in? Besides confusion.'

'Are we done? You can avoid us all again and we'll keep talking about you behind your back.'

Max marvels that you can't tell at all from his voice how this type of thing--the casual prying, snooping and implications--royally pisses him off. He really should have gone into acting. It's a tragically wasted talent.

Gaze glued to the door, Brayden reluctantly obeys, sending a prayer for mercy up to whatever gods watch over deviants and liars.

'If he wasn't such an ass I wouldn't have to be such a dick. It's a give and take thing.'

Frantically, he scans the room, settling on the closet. Brayden sighs, 'Seriously, dude? Must we live the cliche?'

Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden's lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.

'And that kiss was fuckin' hot, by the way. I can tell what you see in each other, just, you know, speaking as someone else who digs penis.'

Dixon never forgot it, how young Jaye Larson looked, whispering his horrors as the breath fogged from his soft lips.