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“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”
― Dita Von Teese

“Do you know what I did to the last guy that called me Tinkerbelle?"

"Slept with him?"

Darryl was silent for a second. "After that.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“He's painting your living room as a thank you."

"Huh. My decorator might screech, but I'm okay with that."

"Your decorator? Seriously? How did you not know you were gay?”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“You’re so freaking romantic. I don’t know how I keep my pants on.”
― Abigail Roux, Fish & Chips

“You’re not dessert, Zane. You’re the main course, Ty informed him in a husky drawl. And you have about five seconds to take your pick of flat surface before I do it for you.”
― Abigail Roux, Divide & Conquer

“I could kill you with a pinecone.”
― Abigail Roux, The Archer

“Everyone has their own music; they just don't realize it.”
― Ryan Loveless, Ethan, Who Loved Carter

“Peter to Austin:
"Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“You're rich, spoiled and used to getting your own way."

"Not true. If I had my own way you would have kissed me and ridden me like a cowboy while screaming 'yeehaw'.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Even the road to Disneyland has potholes”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Gay Sex Three, Straight Sex Nil”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“I was not insecure. I was a perfectly normal combination of arrogant and narcissistic.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“You know what I find ironic? My homophobic mother offers
you her cabbage rolls as a truce and you respond by asking her if
it was 'tacit approval' to suck my cock.”
“She shoved a phallic symbol my way and told me to eat it.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“You can't get a suit of armour and a rubber chicken just like that. You have to plan ahead.”
― Michael Palin

“He didn’t get it—guys like that never flirted with men like him.
In spite of the fact he was a cop, which he liked to hope had given
him a little bit of visible macho cool after eight years on the job,
his sister still said his looks and style were “nerd meets librarian,”
which to him meant he was about as bland as they came. Not
exactly a balm to his ego. The man sprawled out in the chair over
his right shoulder, however, didn’t have a bland bone in his comeon-
baby-you-know-you-want-to-fuck-me body.”
― M.L. Rhodes, Bring The Heat