Kate Roth > Kate's Quotes

“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“If I thought you really cared, I’d tell you. And if you really knew me, you wouldn’t have to ask.”
― Kate Roth, The Low Notes

“I don't know how I'm supposed to act around you. Sometimes I don't care but then other times I get so afraid that I'm doing something wrong I just want to run. I don't want to feel split in two. I don't want to feel broken over you. But I am.”
― Kate Roth, The Low Notes

“Haven't we been through enough? We've tried fighting it but what's the point? Sometimes rules need to be broken. I think it's time we say screw the rules and do whatever we want.”
― Kate Roth, The Low Notes

“He wasn't just a panty-dropper, he was a panty flinger.”
― Kate Roth, Mistletoe & Hollywood

“I felt the longing to be worshiped. Not laid. Not had. Not fucked. I wanted him to bow at my alter and revere me.”
― kate roth, Last Resort

“No wonder he was so sweet and accommodating. His mother was like a damn fairy flittering around bringing goodness to the world in the form of wine and hot sons.”
― Kate Roth, Natural Harmony

“Have you met my new dancer?"
The girl approached and he was able to dink in the sigh of her with a slackened jaw. Her short, icy-blonde hair wisped around her face, drawing him in to her deep brown eyes. Her brows had a strong arch to them that made her look as though she was either intrigued or annoyed. Beau didn't care so long as she was looking at him. He liked his lips absently, letting his gaze sweep over her face for a moment more. He couldn't stop his brain from picturing her smearing the shimmering pink gloss from her perfect mouth all over his body. Leaving her mark. He cursed in his thoughts again. Who the hell was this girl and what was she doing to him?
He cleared his throat and extended his hand toward her coolly. "Beau Harris, nice to meet you," he said.
The corner of the young woman's mouth twitched and she took his hand before her eyes darted to Vanessa.
"Beau!" Vanessa barked. He glanced at her and reluctantly dropped the dancer's hand. He looked between the two woman for a moment and tried to keep his gaze up and off the stranger's tight, tanned stomach.
"What?" He bit back.
Vanessa huffed and a cackled cracked out of her throat. "You losing eyesight in your old age? That's Whitney. My little sister," she said, drawing out her words out like he was an idiot.”
― Kate Roth

“I think you're sweet and warm and soft and no one else - maybe not even you - can see it."
He sighed. Though she'd just described a cinnamon roll and not him, he delighted in the certainty of her tone.”
― Kate Roth

“His mother was a like a damn fairy flitting around bringing goodness to the world in the form of wine and hot sons.”
― Kate Roth, Natural Harmony

“If I thought you really cared, I’d tell you. And if you really knew me, you wouldn’t
have to ask.”
― Kate Roth

“He wasn't a panty-dropper, he was a panty-flinger.”
― Kate Roth, Many Times, Many Ways

“I've been with men who I didn't have feelings for and the sex was good. But the best sex of my life has been with my husband. Sex is about more than just bodies fittin' together, honey. Sure, anybody can do it. At a place like this, some people don't even get past introductions before they're falling into bed. Chances are, more than a heapin' handful of people on the planet could give you a good one with some sweet talk and a little gusto. But great sex, the really amazing stuff, in my opinion, is based on trust. If you trust someone, you can be vulnerable without being scared and if you can be vulnerable, you can open yourself up to experience things you never could've with someone that you had apprehension about. Sex without feelings is possible, of course. It's rampant even. But sex with feelings? Honey, that's the stuff that'll send you to the moon and back.”
― Kate Roth, Last Resort

“What if I choose to belong to you?”
― Kate Roth, Bindings