Flash Fire Quotes

“She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. "You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me."
"You're not naked, and you're not under me." His voice was thick with passion.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS.
He grunted. "Just so you know, I hate spreadsheets with a hot, burning passion.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Why did you do that?" she asked, weakly, but, hey, the fact that she could talk at all was a minor miracle.
"You needed to be kissed."
For some reason, the tone of masculine satisfaction in his voice needled her. "I needed it? Really?"
"Fine, I needed it.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Flash fire."
She turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means."
He shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Where did you grow up?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next."
"Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“You're not horribly terrible."
He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him.
"Don't hurt yourself trying.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake.
The were never, ever, ever going to work together.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“She growled.
He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?"
He gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are shooting at you and snakes are biting you in the ass?”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin....
She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away.
Aww! Ick!
She manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps.
"When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“He tsked. "No tits, no manners." He shook his head. "You should try to have at least one or the other. A pair of great tits covers a multitude of sins.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.
"Go away," she said instead.
His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“Nothing woke up a man as quickly in the morning as a scorpion in his pants.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire