Matched Quotes

“She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Heard a rumor you can’t cook,” he said.
She didn’t look away from her reading. “You know rumors.
They’re always true.”
She had him there. According to some of the tabloids, he had fourteen love children, two with aliens and one with the sister of Bigfoot.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“the Battle of the Boyfriends since they almost got Adam Sandler to come judge the year after The Wedding Singer was in theaters.” Her phone dinged. She whipped it out, and Will’s gut went tight at the name on the readout. Lindsey. Pepper angled the phone away from his”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Though everyone who mattered to him told him to walk away, though Lindsey herself told him to walk away, he was still here. And she was still glad.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen and
winking at a fourth on her way.
“I totally get why some animals eat their young,” Pepper said.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“You wanna go see my old bedroom?”
“Is that a pickup line?”
“Come on inside and you’ll find out.”
How was a girl supposed to resist an offer like that?”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“You could make friends with a possessed unicorn, couldn’t you?”
“Probably so. We both fart rainbows.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“She was his, but she wasn’t.
I don’t do love, she’d said.
But with her, he didn’t know any other way. Even when he
wanted to protect himself, he knew. She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cool
touch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.
“It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”
“And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you get
me out of my pants?”
Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave the
details to me.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“It is utterly unfair,” she said, shooing Wrigley away and
tossing aside her blanket, “that your country boy smile isn’t
illegal.” She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth.
Will’s pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips and
pushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue.
Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle,
bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies.
The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger—heady and spicy and everything.
He wanted her.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“If you kiss me and then leave again to go write another
twangy song,” she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, “I swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.”
“You use the prettiest words.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run her
fingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she’d known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft.
Especially against her softer parts.
Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Did you call someone and tell them you’re safe?”
“Called and told ’em I’m not dead. Not so sure about safe
yet.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Like Momma says, only thing you get by digging dirt is dirty.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“That was his biggest regret. He loved playing for a
living, loved hearing his songs on the radio, loved being on a stage and the road, but some days, he wouldn’t have minded going home every night to a sweet wife and a couple babies and fried chicken on the table. That was what Lindsey had taken from him. He’d fallen hard. He’d seen what his momma must’ve felt for his daddy, he’d felt his world crack right down the middle when the girl who had
become his everything ripped his heart out of his chest.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Smoke hung heavy in the air. Will’s eyes stung. His throat.
His nose. And the crackling. God, the crackling fire was like the devil laughing.
Vera was in that house.
Mikey gripped his arm. “Hold on, Will—”
Will lunged forward. “Vera—”
“Whoa, Will.” Mikey’s grip tightened. “Stop.”
“The hell I will. Vera—”
“Billy?” One of the cops approached him. Said a bunch of
words. Helped Mikey hold Will back.
Vera was in that house.
Vera, her trusty wooden body, her frets, her new strings. Vera,
who’d had his back everywhere from Pickleberry Springs to
Nashville to New York to LA, from seedy bars to stadiums.
Vera, who’d helped him write his first song. His last song.
Every song in between.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“And this is Kimmie Elias.”
Kimmie inhaled a loud breath. “I had a dream you were the
love child of Bugs Bunny and the abominable snowman, but in my dream that was a good thing, and you lived in a mushroom that had
secret passages into outer space,” she said.
And here he thought he’d already heard it all.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Some days, Will wished he could’ve been like Mikey. Living it up, having fun, embracing the moment. But Will had never been the kind who could keep his heart out of it.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched