Full Throttle Quotes

“so much testosterone floating around, it’s like I’m standing inside of a testicle. And I’m afraid of what getting any closer to the source will do to my eggs. They might spontaneously fertilize or something.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Please tell me you’ve seen a penis before.” “Y-yes,” she rasped. “But I’ve never see one so…pretty.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Blech! Smells like Chewbacca’s burned butt hair. Where the hell am I?”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“The male sex organ was an amazing thing in that it actually lived every day in a perpetual state of hope.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“But it was Carlos who’d come for her. Carlos…who she was pretty sure was the real-life equivalent of Superman, Batman, and Captain America all rolled into one. Nuclear fallout could be raining from the sky, and if she was by his side…er…on his back?…she was pretty sure she’d feel invincible.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Because she knew from experience that what came next was something straight out of a Pitbull featuring Ke$ha song. She was going down. Although, as far as she could figure, no one was yelling, “Timber!”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“You may not say much, Carlos Soto.” She reached forward to place her hand over his heart, and he wondered if she could feel that it beat only for her. “But when you do say something, it tends to be the right thing.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Penni DePaul simply needed to be held. And, by God, he could certainly do that…”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Sí, mi vida,” he growled against her lips. “Ride me.” Dear. God! She’d never heard anything so sexy. It was almost enough. Almost enough…”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“She never knew it about herself, but she liked it when he went all bossy and demanding. She”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Whatever, hermano. The point is, I’ll duck in, grab her, duck out, and make for the Thai border before they even know she’s gone. It’s only fifty miles away. I…uh…liberated a Ducati Monster 1200 off the street in KL, and this bad boy”—he patted the seat of the Italian-made motorcycle affectionately—“will make the trip in no time.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Steady had always suspected Ethan “Ozzie” Sykes, despite his constant joking and bad taste in eighties music, was one tough motherfucker.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“It had been his experience that when women got together, they just naturally joined forces and started making easy targets of the men around them.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“The world didn’t run on rainbows and glitter and unicorn farts. And in every corner of the globe, there were bad men ready and willing to do bad things.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“With so much testosterone floating around, it’s like I’m standing inside of a testicle. And I’m afraid of what getting any closer to the source will do to my eggs. They might spontaneously fertilize or something.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“One corner of Carlos's mouth quirked as he continued to shake his cargo pants and boxer shorts. "Please tell me you've seen a penis before."

"Y-yes," she rasped. "But I've never seen one so...pretty." Yep, and maybe she should consider not saying the first thing to pop into her head.

His eyebrows pinched together, his grin disappearing. "My penis is not pretty," he grumbled, glancing down at the organ in question.

She begged to differ. Because he was thick, long, deeply tan, and still partially erect. And with a plump head and two identical veins running up his length, she'd go so far as to say that, in the world of phallus beauty contests, his could make a run for the money as Mr. Universe.

"If anything," he said, still staring at it, "it's a handsome penis, a manly penis."

"Whatever you want to call it" - her voice was a husky parody of its usual timber - "I'm just saying I visually enjoy it.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“And as if the wink was't crazy enough, now he had the gall to flash that smile of his. It deepened the dimple in his left cheek, the one she'd always thought was sweet enough to launch a thousand lady boners - it'd certainly launched a thousand of her.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“He kept his leg,” Boss said. “And as soon as he’s stable for travel, he’ll be transported back here.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Now normally,” the man said, cradling his weapon in one arm while scratching the blond beard covering the lower half of his face with his free hand, “me and Mad Dog”—he dipped his chin toward the soldier holding Umar hostage—“and the rest of the boys wouldn’t hesitate to just go ahead and let you eat a bullet.” And, as if on cue, four more soldiers emerged from the undergrowth, quiet as ghosts. “But as it happens, there are some folks back in the States who are just itchin’ to ask you a few questions.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Oh, Abby, he briefly squeezed his eyelids shut, desperation and despair warring for supremacy inside him. Why didn’t you leave when you had the chance, mi vida?”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Good.” Dan nodded, glancing at her. “So you’re also talking with Rock Babineaux. He’s a bony-assed Cajun who happens to be a leading expert in interrogation techniques. I’m hoping these two, working together, can pry some information out of our…uh…far-from-friendly friend here.” He jerked his chin toward the maid.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“And then he made everything so much worse—or better?—when he dragged her against his chest, palming the back of her head so her nose was buried in the soft fabric of his tank top. “It’s not your fault,” he crooned. “Nothing is your fault.” Oh, if only that were true…”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Ozzie…Dios! His best friend was probably on the operating table right now, and how he wished he could be there.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“But right before she slipped unconscious, a random yet familiar thought skittered through her fading mind. Carlos…could you ever forgive me for what I did?”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“That’s not what I meant, pendejo. And you know it.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle

“Steady frowned at the bottle of Tiger beer in his hand. It was true. For a couple of years there, he’d given Ozzie a run for the money in the bedding of bar bunnies. But recently the…er…hunt had lost its allure. “I think I’m about done with all that, hermano. It just seems so…” He twisted his lips, searching for the word. “Superficial, I guess. Unfulfilling? I don’t know.” He shrugged.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Full Throttle