Smittened Quotes

“Look like you walked all over yourself without stopping to ask for directions all day long.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“What, was there something special in your ice cream?” he said like an ass.
“Estrogen,” she said. “You might notice some swelling in your boobs and shrinkage in your package for a few days.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“On my honor, I ain’t ever tasting another woman’s sexual
favors. Even if the bakery offers ’em up in a cupcake wrapper and
calls ’em whipped dreams.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“This Chocolate Orgasm is the best chocolate ice cream I’ve
ever had.”
“Mikey helped with that one,” Dahlia heard herself say.
Mari Belle laughed, a light, pretty sound. “I sense his
influence in the Hazel’s Nuts.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“The Milked Duck was empty, save for Dahlia’s two part-time
helpers, but they were all rushing around, anticipating the first
guests for her Risqué Flavor Tasting event any moment now.
The up front freezers were stocked with Chocolate Orgasm,
Peachy Passion, Sexual Favors, Mikey’s favorite Cherry Popper
and more. She had a case of Sin on a Stick treats ready to go and a
temporary menu up on the board behind her.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“One side of his lips quirked up in a sexy smirk. “Got a cure for
that frustration you got going on,” he said.
“Got a cure for your ego?”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“I am so not kissing you tonight,” she informed him.
He chuckled softly. And if she thought his smile was
dangerous, his chuckle should’ve been classified as a biological
weapon. Sin in a sound wave.
“But now you’re thinking about what it would be like, ain’t
you?” he said.
“Only my stupid parts.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on and offered
her a lopsided grin. “Hey, sweet pea. You bring me anything
special?”
The lopsided bit wasn’t odd, but there was something forced
about it. “Got a fresh bag of cat food outside.” Cat food that she’d
bought with the twenty he’d left to pay for his ice cream.
He pushed his makeshift drum set aside and rose with a
stretch. “Words every man dreams of hearing. Make my night if
you say you got catnip too.”
She tried not to giggle. She tried hard.
But she couldn’t help herself. “Extra strength,” she said.
This time, his grin came out bigger, less forced. “Woman of
my dreams.”
“In your dreams,” she said.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“Two years ago, she had inherited The Milked Duck Ice Cream Shoppe in downtown Bliss from Great Aunt Agnes. After getting
her degree in sociology and then bouncing around the country, waffling from job to job and one relative’s couch to another, she’d finally found where she fit: creating and serving happiness to the locals and the destination wedding tourists in Bliss.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened

“Those gray eyes slid back to her. “Your shower big enough for two?”
“Yes, but the cats don’t like to get wet. Neither does the
guinea pig. But you might have some success with the lizard.”
Bad, bad move. Because both corners of his mouth were
getting in on the smile action. He moved them one at a time, first the right corner, then a slow follow from the left corner.
And then he showed his dimple.”
― Jamie Farrell, Smittened