Ballbuster Quotes

“Maybe some poor slob would take you to bed if you weren’t such a ballbuster.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Glitter Baby

“Charles walks behind me and grasps my waist. "Somebody is crushing hard on somebody."
I turn to face him. "We need to crush other things," I say, pressing my body into his.
He wiggles his brows. "Oh, yeah?"
"Garlic," I say, pulling away and entering the restaurant.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“I'm afraid I can't be friends with someone I want to fuck."
"Hell, honey, you're killing me here."
But she didn't smile; her eyes were dull, that pretty mouth I hadn't tasted enough a flat line. "Somehow, I think you'll survive.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“Alice talked shit about people at work all the time, but she also seemed to thrive in the Hamilton Cooper male-dominated, bro-y workplace. She talked about dudes like they were himbos, which was hilarious to me. A lot of these guys hit on her when she first arrived, calling her "sexy girl" and "hot", not realizing she was Alice Lin, ballbuster and mankiller. With every jerk that winked, made kissy noises, or commented on how nice she looked, she launched into a tirade about women's rights, Asian American discrimination, and the company's harassment policies, making them shrivel up and slink away.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“As I turned around to head back to the outdoor patio, my elbow poked the guy next to me. Unlike Daniel, this guy had a higher squish-to-muscle ratio.
"I'm sorry," I squeaked as I maneuvered around him.
"Watch where you're going," he grumbled while looking me up and down. As I walked away, he muttered, "Stuck-up bitch."
My mouth fell open, searching for words. The alcohol clouded my brain, making it hard to know how to respond.
"The only stuck-up bitch here is you," Daniel said and walked closer to the aggressor. "She said she was sorry. I believe you owe her an apology."
"I don't owe her shit. You and your girlfriend can get the fuck outta my face." He turned to his entourage and made a face that made them laugh.
Why that seemed like the best time to jump into the conversation, I don't know, but it did. "Look, you walking Dockers pants model, I said I was sorry. And you're a fucking asshole to talk to someone that way----ANY human that way---in the holiest, Dolly-est place on earth, well, second to Dollywood." I wagged my index finger in his face. "I have another apology for you. I'm sorry you took an innocent bump of an elbow into your beer pooch and tried to turn it into a personal attack. And I'm sorry to your friends for having a loser who drags down their social circle.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“She flicked a glance down his body with what might’ve been appreciation from someone else, but since it was Simone, he labeled the look as “disdain.” She picked up a bottle of barbecue sauce. “Naked Heat.” She blew a raspberry. Definitely disdain.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Sex calls.”
She arched a single brow, and something in him coiled tight. “Guess it depends on who’s selling it.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
He swept a hand around the crowded terminal, and she realized her slip-up. “I think we all do. And yet…”
“And yet, purgatory.” At best.
“I think this is the part where a twisted demon throws us together, yet again, for their own torturous amusement,” he said.
Against her will, Simone’s lips twitched. “My theology’s rusty, but I don't think there are demons in purgatory.”
“An angel, then?”
“Throwing us together?” She let sarcasm creep into her voice to stomp out the spark of hope in his eyes like a dangerous ember. “Hardly.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“The first time you see my goods is not going to be when they’re shriveled and—” He gestured vaguely to his crotch with a shaking hand.
“First time? As in there’ll be a second? You must be delusional from cold.” Her gaze was withering. As if his body needed any more excuse to to shrivel up.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love