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338 pages, Paperback
First published March 8, 2013
“It had to be her heart, too, or I lose. Sex and feelings. Shame and regret. That was the game.”
“Quinn Rowland. God could not be serious with that face, on that body, with those eyes…”
“Time to dig deep and find a Quinn Rowland capable of convincing Emilie to let me f~ck her, because losing wasn’t an option. There was too much at stake, and my pride was the least important item on the list.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to break me, Quinn.”
“Don’t let me.” The challenge in his eyes intensified, heating up and pouring strength into me. “Don’t you let me f~cking do that, Emilie. Don’t let anyone break you. You’re stronger than that.”
“It hurt a little that she looked happy to see me, when I only came to break her.”
It was us. Emilie and me.
And it was stunning.
I sank down onto the bench when my knees refused to hold me up, staring at it for longer than I intended, memorizing each line and marveling at the way it all felt familiar. I’d told Emilie earlier
tonight that being an artist meant putting your heart on a canvas and hanging it on a wall for the world to see.
It hadn’t occurred to me that she’d put mine up there, too.
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I thought I’d won the match when she’d fallen into my arms, heart and all. The truth was, she’d beaten me. Snatched my soul and shattered all the lies I’d built around me to keep the pain of connecting at bay.
Ladies, ladies, ladies….
GAME.
SET.
MATCH.
Game
Choose the girl, set the plan.
Set
Seduce her, sleep with her.
Match
Get her attached, Break her.
SET.MATCH.
"Emilie's presence in my life had helped me start to gather the pieces inside of me that should have been a whole. It's as though my heart had spent the first twenty years of life scattered in chunks, and every minute we spent together helped me find one more and paste it back in place." ~ Quinn
"She left. And I let her go.
I thought I'd won the match when she'd fallen into my arms, heart and all. The truth was, she'd beaten me. Snatched my soul and shattered all the lies I'd built around me to keep the pain of connecting at bay. In tennis, losing your service game was called being broken. If you lost your service without scoring a single point, you were broken at love.
Emilie had down that to me. While I assumed an easy match, like all the others, she'd broken me at love. "~ Quinn
"Ruby, seriously. You know you can't say his name out loud."
She rolled her eyes, then giggled as I frown
"He's not Beetlejuice."
"Of coursers I'm attracted to you, I'm alive, aren't I? I haven't had my hormones surgically removed, and Jesus have you looked in a mirror?"
"My apologies if my summons interrupted yet another round of russian roulette with the ovaries of Whitman University."
Quinn hadn’t moved; I turned back and found him staring at me with a baffled expression. “What? Does that crap about you not being like everyone thinks usually work? Girls just start ripping their clothes off?”
When he didn’t answer, my smile dropped away. “Holy shit, it does.”
“Never mind,” Quinn snapped. “Let’s go find your friend.”
He brushed past me, looking as beautiful as ever framed in the doorway. His expectation had pissed me off a little, and I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. He seriously thought I was going to sleep with him.I crossed to the bed, leaning toward the wall and running my hand over the hidden side of the headboard.
“Hmm.”
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for notches.”
“Of course I’m attracted to you—I’m alive, aren’t I? I haven’t had my hormones surgically removed, and Jesus, have you looked in a mirror?” I paused, his genuine disbelief grating my pride. Like he figured a girl like me would jump at the chance. “Honestly, have you ever heard the word ‘no’?”
"The guy got laid more than a member of a British boy band even though he never called, never dated, and apparently never gave a shit about anyone but himself."
"My father hadn't ruined me. It was impossible to ruin a person who had never been formed correctly to begin with, but I had ruine a few people of my own over the past several months."
"No girl with half a brain went near either one of them, not without clear eyes and a whole box of condoms. At the moment, I had neither."
"Of course I'm attracted to you - I'm alive, aren't I? I haven't had my hormones surgically removed, and Jesus, have you looked in a mirror?" I paused, his genuine disbelief grating my pride. Like he figured a girl lie me would jump at the chance. "Honestly, have you ever heard the word 'no'?""
"I thought I'd won the match when she'd fallen into my arms, heart and all. The truth was, she'd beaten me. Snatched my soul and shattered all the lies I'd build around me to keep the pain of connecting at bay. In tennis, losing your service game was called being broken. If you lost your service without scoring a single point, you were broken at love."