Hostile for the Holidays Quotes

“It wasn’t our relationship that was fake. It was our rivalry.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“I brought Gideon, the Christmas gnome that Jasper bought me at the tree farm craft market, as my emotional support gnome and sat him on the table beside me. When I sense people attempting to come up to talk to me, I start feeding Gideon cake and that seems to keep them from stopping.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“As the morning passes, Jasper stops by my table a few times, supplying me with flirtatious lines like…can I borrow your scissors and do you need me to fill your tape dispenser? It’s cute. It’s sweet. I like this new game we’re playing.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“And then he’d told me how amazing he thinks I am. Can you believe this guy? What the fuck is his problem?”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“Just then, Cady Cosgrove, a classmate of ours, approaches us. “I can’t believe it.” She giggles. “Stella St. James and Jasper Jensen. Together. And you’re not being forced like that community service mandate after the chemistry lab fiasco.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“Stella, where did you get this axe?” I ask. “I brought it from home. It was in the garage with some of the Halloween supplies.” “Gotcha.” It’s a fake axe.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“want to stroll through a field of pine trees to pick out a Christmas tree with her. Then go home and set it up together, using a mix of ornaments from her childhood and mine to fill the tree, alongside some we’ve collected as a couple. Then, with the glow of the fireplace at our side, I’d drown in her sweet pussy before fucking her so good, she leaves scratch marks down my back. Or something like that. I haven’t given it much thought.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“How about honey pie? Sweetie? Pookie?” She ignores the teasing nicknames and punches in the garage code. “Goodbye, Dickface.” I make a mock discerning face. “I think you’re going to need to work on that one. It’s not giving loving, supportive girlfriend.” “Okay, Jass.” She laughs.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“I put the vehicle in park and get out to grab Stella’s luggage. “Come on, sugar lips.” On the pavement, Stella’s gaze narrows. “That’s not a nickname I would ever answer to.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“She buckles her seatbelt and I pull away from the airport. “What—” I begin but Stella quickly shushes me. “Let’s play the quiet game. See who can keep unnecessary chatter to themselves the longest.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“Wow, Stella. Red is your color.” He whistles loudly. An annoying catcall whistle that makes me cringe. “You look amazing.” “Thanks, I have vomit in my hair,” I say flatly.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“By the way, your sweater is ugly.” “Thanks.” He turns back to smile at me. “My ninety-year-old grandmother crocheted it for me.” I reconsider my comment because that’s really sweet but Jasper doesn’t deserve an ounce of kindness from me.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“Then, we both made drum major our senior year in band, but Jasper and I had differing opinions on how things should be run, so poor Mrs. Jones, the band director, had to break up our arguments more than a handful of times. There was the famous half-time show where half of the band followed my direction, while the other half went along with Jasper. It”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“It’s the reason for Jasper and my rivalry. Since that fateful day in second grade when he told me boys were smarter than girls, a modern-age battle of the sexes began.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“I want Stella to be mine. For real. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays

“Stella, are you asking if I’ve had a sex dream about you?”
She licks her lips, her boldness from earlier lessening a notch. “Maybe.”
“Let me tell you a little secret,” I motion her closer with a crook of my finger and she leans in conspiratorially. “They’ve all been about you.”
― Erin Hawkins, Hostile for the Holidays