Carving for Cara Quotes

“Now, Cara is mine, and only mine. She may not fully know it yet, but she will, and she’ll have no choice but to accept it.”
― Dana LeeAnn, Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Most people in my small town of Hallow Grove, Iowa, are superstitious and fearful of the devil, but after reading one too many dark romance novels, I’m reasonably certain he’d fuck like a god.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“People care too much of what others think of them, and it's amusing to me how they can spend their lives shoving down parts of themselves, keeping them hidden to please others.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“For the girls who dream of being chased through a cornfield by a masked man, then fucked in the pumpkin patch when he catches you”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“My little nightmare.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“but after reading one too many dark romance novels, I’m reasonably certain he’d fuck like a god.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“he”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“not to mention the fact that I just had a mind-blowing orgasm served to me on a corn cob by a masked man in a corn field. Who wears heels to a cornfield?”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Do you like your gift, little nightmare?” his deep voice emanates from behind me, causing me to spin around in a panic.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“How should I feel about the stranger in the pumpkin mask? How should I feel about him chasing me through a field like a predator would chase his prey? That’s what I was tonight, his prey, and I think I fucking loved it.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Mmm,” he growls against my ear. “Am I making you feel good, little nightmare?”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“This is punishment for not wearing panties and for fucking Jonah in front of me last night. You are mine, and I will pleasure you however I please. Your body was made for me.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“The man wearing the pumpkin mask chuckles. His laugh is deep, haunting me to my core as he releases it. Waves of chills roll down my spine, and I break out into a cold sweat. His voice comes smooth and firm, perhaps even sexy in the most wrong of ways. “Run, little nightmare.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“If you could last more than two seconds maybe we would have had more of a chance, but you couldn’t, and you never cared about my needs.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Tonight, I’m drinking to cure my hangover. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with the ultimate hangover, but that’s in the back of my mind for now. We’re here to enjoy ourselves and celebrate my favorite holiday: Halloween.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“You wanted to play baby, so let’s play,” I smirk”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Cara saw the dark side of me when she looked into my eyes; I felt it. In that split second, she learned that I am the predator, and she is my prey, but she didn’t back down. She wants it. My little nightmare craves the chase just as badly as I do, and well, who am I to deny my girl what she wants?”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Normally, I’m a predator who enjoys playing with his prey, but lucky for you, I’d much rather get this over with so I can get back to my girl.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Turning to leave, my eyes fall to the ground, where I notice a pair of black lace panties. Bending down, I pick them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“This is the closest I’ve been to her all night, and she’s even more perfect than I remember.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“The moment he lets her up and her ghostly eyes lock with mine through the flames, my heart stops beating. I feel seen, exposed, and I can tell by the way her eyes stare back at me, that she feels it too, my little nightmare.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“but I keep reminding myself it’s not about size. It’s about how he uses it.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“stalk down the hall like a man on a mission, and when I reach the wood door, I find they didn’t even close it all the way. Perfect.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“Watching her brings a proud smile to my face, discreetly hidden behind my scarecrow mask, until someone brushes up against me, pulling my attention from my prey.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“My little nightmare is mine, and only mine.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“She’s mine.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“swallowing. I lock eyes with the tattooed god sitting at the back of the café as I slowly lick the cream that had made its way down my lip, off my finger. Somehow I just know he’d put my vibrator to shame.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“He’s already watching me through whiskey-brown eyes, scanning over every inch of my body like I’m some prized possession he’s contemplating purchasing. Warmth rises to my cheeks as his sharp facial features and intricately tattooed skin lure me in. I can’t help but suck my lip between my teeth.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“There will be a day I finally snap and leave a flaming bag of dog crap on his front steps, and I have a feeling it’ll be sooner rather than later.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara

“I eventually came to the realization that he was both manipulative and a liar. Some days he walked the line of being verbally abusive, but he never went as far as laying an ill-intended finger on me.”
― Melissa McSherry, Carving for Cara