Hard to Come By Quotes

“Wearing only his boxers, Marz sat on the edge of the bed and removed his limb. And then he shifted under the covers with her. "Now," he said, "Does hiding under the covers involve covering the head, too?" Or just the body?

Such a sweet, cute mane. "Just the body. Covering the head makes it a fort."

His eyes went wide. "Is that so? Duly noted.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“We're growing boys," Jeremy said, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"You're all garbage disposals, I swear," she said, chuckling and patting his stomach. Though, really, you couldn't have this many guys living under one roof and not go through the chow. "You're one of the worst and yet you're so lean. It's really not fair."

Hugging her in against his side, Jeremy winked. "It takes a lot of calories to be this awesome, Becca."

Nick gave Jeremy a playful shove as everyone chuckled. 'Or to be such a big pain in the ass.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“Shane elbowed Beckett as they started to cross toward the door. "It's not a prosthetic limb, it's a hollow leg."

"You know," Marz said, "that would actually be freaking cool. It could be refrigerated, and you could keep drinks and snacks in it."

Beckett just started at him.

"When I'm a kabillionaire, off my refrigerated prosthetic hollow leg, son't ask to borrow a drink. That's all I'm saying.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“her last stop in the produce section was as the asparagus, which she planned to marinate and grill. She felt eyes on her, and did a double take at Derek holding possibly the world's largest zucchini in his hands with a totally amused grin on his face. He waggled his brows.

Emilie couldn't help but give in to the urge to laugh. "Okay," she said. "I'm all done here."

"Oh, good," Derek said. "Let's go see what fun we can have with the meat.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“...Nick gave a sharp nod. "Fair point". Rising, he stepped toward the desk and stole a chip off Marz's plate.

"Dude," Marz said, holding out his hands, "get your own crunchy goodness.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“taunt a woman into figuring out how to torture you,”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“screw you, bad stuff and grab life with both hands.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“I love you," she whispered against his chest.

He hugged her tighter, and then drew in a deep breath. "And Iiiiiiiiiii-ee-iiii will always love yoooooooou," he sang, or rather butchered, the old Whitney Houston song.

Impossibly, Emilie burst out laughing. "Oh, God, that's horrible Derek." She pushed out of his arms, grasped one of the pillows from the edge of the bed, and planted it over his head. He continued to warble from under the cotton, and Emilie couldn't stop laughing.

Their playfulness quickly escalated into a pillow fight, and then a wrestling match, and of course she ended up underneath him.

Win-win in her book.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“We have to go. I know." She reared back and met his gaze. "Oh, my God. Do you think your friends will know?"

Marz tried to hold back his reaction. He really fucking did. But a grin that big wasn't staying under wraps. "Probably. And now they're all a bunch of jealous bastards."

She slapped his chest and buried her face. "Oh, my God."

He was having none of it. Tipping her chin, he arched an eyebrow. "No shame, Emilie. Not for this."

"No," she said. "Never for this."

They made quick if somewhat wobbly work of putting themselves back together, and Emilie zipped up her suitcase.

"So, uh, big plans?" he asked, pointing at the spilled condoms before she'd finished closing her bag.

Emilie rolled her eyes and smiled. "My best friend Kelly told me to be bold and be prepared."

Marz laughed. "I like her already." And then he pulled Emilie in for one last, searing kiss. The kind that has his body stirring already again despite his utter exhaustion.

Then he grabbed her suitcase for her and they made their way downstairs. Where there was a whole loots staring off at the ceiling, faking napping, and whistling going on. Fuckers.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“God, it was quite possible that Derek was the strongest man she'd ever known. Her gaze ran over the T-shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles of his shoulders and arms, then downward to how those blue jeans hung on his lean hips. He was definitely the sexiest man she'd ever known.

And she wanted him.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“Outside, the guys took care of loading the groceries into the back of Shane's pickup. Emilie watched as four very attractive men stretched over the lowered tailgate to place the bags in the truck bed. A girl could get used to this.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“Within fifteen minutes, Emilie had guided them to an upscale store known for its fresh meats and produce. She felt a little ridiculous as she walked into the store, a team of muscled badasses following her.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“Throwing cash for the whole meal on the table, Kelly got up abruptly. "That's it. Come on. We're going shopping. Clothes. Lingerie. Shoes. Condoms.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“I'm going out with him again tomorrow night," Emilie said after they'd finished eating. "He lives up in Baltimore, so we're going to meet after I'm done at the clinic."

"What are your wearing?" Kelly asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Just..." She shrugged and looked down at the white cardigan she wore over a pair of basic black slacks. "Work clothes".

Kelly's eyes went wide. "Oh, no. No, no. Hottie McHotterson deserves more than work clothes. Hottie deserves a little black dress or a pair of fuck-hot jeans and a slinky little top. And heel - sexy, tall heels." She arched an eyebrow.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“The man from lunch - Derek - stood leaning against the column by the steps. The way his arms crossed his chest made his biceps and shoulders appear huge, which made her notice that he'd changed clothes since lunch. The minute his playful gaze landed on her, he pushed off the column.

"Hi," he said, looking sheepish and way sexier than any man had the right to look. From the way his blue jeans hung on his lean hips to the way his navy button-down hugged the muscles of his shoulders and chest to how tall he was, this guy was sex on legs.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By

“His leg might be weaker, but at least it no longer mattered when one half of a pair of socks went AWOL in the dryer.”
― Laura Kaye, Hard to Come By