Dear Reader Quotes

“You’re going to be my undoing.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you all, but frankly I’ve had more pleasant experiences stepping in dog shit.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“Damn fucking right it’s your fault!” Nate barked. “None of this would have happened if you never started school here. All you do is ruin lives, Layne. Just like your mom.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“Nate’s head looked like it was about to explode and a quick glance at Carly said she was watching the whole show so intently I bet she hadn’t blinked even once. Karma’s a bitch and all that.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“Hold on, okay?” That was all the warning I got before he kicked the engine over and the bike roared to life between our legs. Holy hell.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“Heath gave a small groan as I parted my lips, his hold on my face slipping into my hair and tightening as his tongue delved inside my mouth. The world around us blurred into nothingness as I lost myself in his kiss.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“You scared the fucking life out of me, Spark. Never, ever do that again.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“You stupid woman! What were you thinking? You could have been hurt!” My jaw dropped. “Me? You! Don’t call me stupid, you arrogant, spoiled shithead! How dare you—” Carter silenced my insults in the only way that could have possibly worked in that moment. He kissed me.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“His lips curled into a grin. “Fake dating? I love that trope. Count me in.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“understand that you have some big feelings about this right now, and that what Ashley is saying might hurt your heart.” She spoke to him like a toddler and I nearly laughed. He was so shocked he didn’t even talk back. “You can hold on to those big feelings until she’s finished, or you can whisper them into your hand to hold for later. But right now, Ashley is talking. Got it, got it?”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“I’m so sorry, Spark,” he whispered directly against my ear, his words only for me and no one else. Had he read my mind, or were my thoughts that obvious? “Please forgive me, I can’t let you go.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader

“Fake dating? I love that trope. Count me in.”
― Tate James, Dear Reader