Shyloh Morgan > Shyloh's Quotes

“A region where the men love their women one beat shy of a heart attack. A corner of the world proving there are some things hotter in the South than the weather”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“It's a section of the country where charm oozes from the men as easily as their southern drawls, and the women are soaked in seduction”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“It's a sanctuary where the darkest desires of the people are shared in the light of a Georgia moon; with a picture perfect town as a backdrop.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Seeing a man so broken over losing his wife caused an ache in Quinn's own heart. Seeing it reminded him that while love hurt, it still had the power to heal and he wished that Avery would find some relief from his kids”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“He was doing what he had always promised her he would do, he was taking care of her . He was taking it all away so she didn't have to think about anything but him. A lone tear fell from her eye and slid down her cheek as her heart swelled with love for the man who was fucking her senseless so she could have some sort of peace in the world, if only for a short time”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“There wasn't an inch of Mhisery that Quinn didn't find gorgeous, from her brain, to her body to her tightly guarded heart”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Quinn would have closed the bar down if needed. There was nothing in this world that was more important to him than his family. He would always come when any of them, even Avalon, who barely ever came home, needed him. He would stand up for them, whether they were right or wrong. He would pick them up if they fell and he would always be proud of them — no matter how small their accomplishments. He was, and always would be, their elder brother, father figure, friend, or whatever role they needed him to be.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“It was time to face the second hardest fact in her life; she had a dead mother, and a father who was actively killing himself, but not with the quick shot of a gun, but rather, with the slow tilt of the bottle”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“So, I was thinkin’ of pickin’ up a job as a male stripper . It would be a way to meet women and earn money. Thoughts?” That should refocus his brother if no other way but him pausing to consider it. Quinn had undiagnosed ADHD, Chance was sure of it, and on occasion you had to refocus him. The same worked when Quinn went off on a tangent, you had to flash something bright to get him off the tangent, and in this case, the shiny was Chance becoming a stripper”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Can I ask you why there was the imprint of an ass on great-grandma's table? I got up the other morning and come in here to have my coffee. I sat down and got ready to read the paper , when low and behold I was confronted with the imprint of an ass on the table”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?”

Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Chance could share shit like that with his brother. Chance shared everything with his brother. To him, Quinn was some sort of superhero who occasionally got knee-walking drunk, told great stories, could crack a joke, and pissed him off from time to time.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Did you just say you were going to punch my brother or did I dream that too?”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Your mama can't find anything she likes in these little one. I also think mommy may have to go to jail for murdering Auntie Binny and Auntie Rena. We might also have to add Uncle Cale to the list too if he keeps griping mommy's ass over legalities of moving her business. Auntie Syra is going to get maimed if she asks to wear black one more time, or asks if her hair can be green.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Now...get naked.” Quinn grinned and pulled Mhisery to her feet.

Mhisery rolled her eyes as he pulled her to her feet.

“Who says romance is dead. Not even married yet, and all I get is, get naked”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“No matter what, baby, we are in this together from here on out”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Taking a seat on the bed, Serena pulled out a lingerie set and held it against her own chest, her brows shooting up as she looked at Corbin.

“Does this even cover her nipples?”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Mrs. Conners I will take you last ‘cause I know you like it kinky. You are into some rough stuff and that black lacy teddy really is set off by all those blue veins on your thighs”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I’ll have your fucking job for this, you animal-raping, backwoods, hillbilly”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Mhisery realized at that moment, her father was so far gone into alcoholism the bottle had become his lover —and Avery Bellemy was nothing if not faithful to his partner. He cherished the bottle above his family, above his business, above his good name, and well above his own health. Her father was now pouring all the love he had felt for their mother into a bottle”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Chance looked over at Quinn as he explained the rules... again. Chance knew all of those things, hell, he had lived by them since he bedded his first woman. In the fact, he even added a rule of his own. He never, under any circumstances, went back for seconds with the women he slept with. He was infamous for pissing off women when they said something about him calling them, or seeing them again. Rather than pulling a dodging act most men learned at method which gained him adoration from other men and venom from women. No matter how progressive a woman claimed to be, the moment she realized she had just been fucked like she had never been fucked before or would ever be fucked again; they wanted to hang on. Chance had termed it the law of dickmitizing.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Syra had to bite back a laugh at the bird's nest comment and opted for a more characteristic gesture that summed up her thoughts on his opinion of her hair with one finger.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“There was nothing more intoxicating to Syra than Court, and his scent was the sweet chaser to the slow burn the rest of the man provided”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Underneath the longing and the fever of anticipation; there was a need. He needed her to do this to him, for him . It was a way he could reset all the tangled mess in his mind.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight