Brazen Quotes

Quotes tagged as "brazen" (showing 1-30 of 81)
Jordan Castillo Price
“Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.”
Jordan Castillo Price, Brazen

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Amy Andrews
“Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin
If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“But...a vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.”

Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. “It’s not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.”

“It can’t snuggle with you after,” he countered with another laugh.

Em snorted. “And that’s your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?”

“I’ll have you know I give very good pillow talk.”

Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. “Right,” she muttered. “Of course you do.”

“I really do.” He nodded. “Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I’m a full service kinda guy.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“So, what...in the meantime, you just...” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?”

Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. “It’s okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.”

He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, didn’t you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?”

“Not at all.” He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. “I’m just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“You should really go inside now,” he said.

Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. “And if I don’t?”

“You want to fuck me on your doorstep?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Call me tomorrow when you’re sober. I’ll be right over.”

She jutted her chin defiantly—clearly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. “I won’t need you after I’ve spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.”

Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. “Go inside,” he growled.

Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“She couldn’t lookaway from the feral lust on his face—the cording of his neck muscles, the tight clamp of his jaw, the baring of his teeth. It fed the heat building in her thighs and buttocks and belly. It
stoked the fever raging out of control between her legs.
She’d never been so freaking turned on in her life.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“Seriously, would you want some strange dude with
a scalpel down near your lady parts?”

She shuddered. “I can think of better uses for a dude
down near my lady parts.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.
Like she was in heat.
Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.
Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“It felt like they’d been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe
even seen the face of God.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper’s heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her work
and she didn’t care.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“There was nothing glamorous about the kiss. It was breathy and sloppy and noisy, more passion than finesse, but it was like a hit of speed tripping
through his blood, rippling pleasure through his thighs and buttocks and belly, their heads twisting greedily in time to the wild buck of his hips.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“If they didn’t stop this, she was going to come
embarrassingly quickly.
Possibly even right now.
Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“I want to strip that underwear off you. I want to lay you flat and bury my head between your thighs and stay there until you forget the name of any other man who’s ever gone down on you....I want to kiss you until we both can’t breathe...I want to push your gorgeous breasts together and thrust my cock
between them until I come all over them....I want to look down and see your mouth around my dick...I want to turn you upside down and inside out with
wanting me.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties”
Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews
“Is this okay?”

Dex blinked. Okay? She couldn’t have been any more
okay had she been dipped in marshmallow and rolled in coconut.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“The man looked hot in his jersey, sexy as hell in a pair of
jeans and goddamn mouth-watering in nothing but his tan. In a business suit? He looked utterly fuckable.”
Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

Amy Andrews
“He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”
Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews
“If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Amy Andrews
“He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.”
Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

Sarah MacLean
“You'll need to prove your worth again. They'll need to see it. To believe I see it."
He cut her a look. "My worth is three times that of most respected men of the ton."
She shook her head. "I mean your value. As a marquess. As a man."
He went still. "Anyone who knows my tale can tell you that I haven't much value as either of those things. I lost it all a decade ago. Perhaps you hadn't heard?"
The words oozed from him, all condescension, and she knew the question was rhetorical, but she would not be cowed. "I have heard.." She lifted her chin to meet his gaze head-on. "And you are willing to let one foolish, childhood peccadillo cloud your image for the rest of eternity? And mine as well, now?"
He shifted, leaning toward her, all danger and threat. She held her own, refusing to sit back. To look away. "I lost it all. Hundreds of thousands of pounds' worth. On one card. It was colossal. A loss for the history books. And you call it a peccadillo?"
She swallowed. "Hundreds of thousands?"
"Give or take."
She resisted the urge to ask precisely how much was to be given or taken. "On one card?"
"One card."
"Perhaps not a peccadillo, then. But foolish, to be sure." She had no idea where the words came from, but they came nonetheless, and she knew that her choices were to brazen it through or show her fear.”
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

Sarah MacLean
“You'll need to prove your worth again. They'll need to see it. To believe I see it."
He cut her a look. "My worth is three times that of most respected men of the ton."
She shook her head. "I mean your value. As a marquess. As a man."
He went still. "Anyone who knows my tale can tell you that I haven't much value as either of those things. I lost it all a decade ago. Perhaps you hadn't heard?"
The words oozed from him, all condescension, and she knew the question was rhetorical, but she would not be cowed. "I have heard." She lifted her chin to meet his gaze head-on. "And you are willing to let one foolish, childhood peccadillo cloud your image for the rest of eternity? And mine as well, now?"
He shifted, leaning toward her, all danger and threat. She held her own, refusing to sit back. To look away. "I lost it all. Hundreds of thousands of pounds' worth. On one card. It was colossal. A loss for the history books. And you call it a peccadillo?"
She swallowed. "Hundreds of thousands?"
"Give or take."
She resisted the urge to ask precisely how much was to be given or taken. "On one card?"
"One card."
"Perhaps not a peccadillo, then. But foolish, to be sure." She had no idea where the words came from, but they came nonetheless, and she knew that her choices were to brazen it through or show her fear.”
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

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