Owen Walker Quotes

“I can't say I remember this bit in the book,' she commented when he was finished and she was sweeping an applicator along his collarbone and pressing it lightly into the hollow beneath.
'They call it “artistic licence”. '
'Not just the producers trying to shoe-horn in a scene involving you in a wet shirt?'
'Why would they want that?' There was a soft gleam of white teeth as his lips parted in a smile.”
― Emma Jackson

“Someone tall and tanned was standing just inside the doorway: Owen Walker had arrived. Obviously, she had known this was going to happen – he was one of the people she was setting up for – but she hadn’t anticipated him getting there so soon, while she was on her own, cheeks bulging like a hamster, stuffed with food.”
― Emma Jackson

“Oh, it’s you,' her head lolled back as she stared up at Owen. Blood was draining in the wrong direction again. He stooped down lower and lifted her right arm over his head.
'Wow. You're really hot.' He commented when her forearm rested against the back of his neck. You're one to talk; she thought and giggled to herself.”
― Emma Jackson

“I think I was actually channelling my grandfather,’ she admitted. ‘He lived right out in the woods in this little cottage and he used to scare the life out of me and my older sister with stories about bears and wolves.’
‘I didn’t know you grew up in a Grimm fairy-tale.’
‘Ha, ha – Russia, actually.’
‘Ahh, I see: Katia Bialogawski,' he pronounced her name slowly, rolling it over his tongue like a boiled sweet, with all the right inflections. It made her spine tingle.”
― Emma Jackson