My Kind of You Quotes

“again”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Your….your bat cave?” Emily responded.
“Yes, I’m quite proud of it. I put those visiting Boy Scouts to good use building bat houses, and now I’ve got dozens of them lining the walls of my tool shed.” She ran a hand down her long, witchy hair. “Bat houses, I mean. Not Boy Scouts. I don’t have any Boy Scouts in my shed.” She looked around, and Ryan couldn’t help but wonder if anyone might indeed be missing a Boy Scout.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“When God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Drunk puzzle night had been a little too much fun.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“No charge for my expert services,” he said. “Strictly pro boner.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“And call me crazy, but it seems like this horse is doing that on purpose.” Emily nodded, her smile staying right in place. “You’re not crazy. He’s totally doing it on purpose.” “Why? Why would he do that?” “If you had somebody straddling you, wouldn’t you be trying to get them off?” He let that sink in for a second before responding. “I guess I’d sure give it my best shot, depending on who she was and how much fun we were having.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“that the yoga guy? Yoga Matt?”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“What do you call this? Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop. Bang. Clip-clop. Clip-clop.” The ever-present creases in Harlan’s face deepened for a moment until he said, “I don’t know. What is it?” “It’s a Trillium Bay drive-by shooting.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Her head practically swiveled, and her laser-beam stare honed in on Ryan, thoroughly scrutinizing him. He’d felt less violated after a TSA strip search.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“she caught a glimpse of flat, tan abdomen, and suddenly she didn’t need coffee. She needed smelling salts.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“So, they met at a square dance? I guess maybe your dad misunderstood the meaning of the term hoedown.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“What kind of regular coffee?” “Um, just . . . black coffee.” “We have fudge frenzy, milli-vanilla, fofana-banana, or blueberry bonanza. Those all come in regular.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Finally, the judge from Ypsilanti”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Siri, what’s a femme fatale?” Chloe asked her phone. “It’s a dishonest woman who uses feminine wiles to manipulate men,” Emily responded just as the phone replied, “It’s a woman considered to be dangerously seductive.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“most of the guys Emily dealt with these days were subcontractors who wore tool belts and cargo pants and suffered from chronic ass-crack reveal.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Pellston airport.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“A crooked old man had been playing solitaire in there with an actual deck of cards when she and Chloe had arrived. Emily estimated his age to be somewhere between eighty-five and infinity,”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Wawatam.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“And in this case, the devil didn’t wear Prada so much as she wore a pink nylon tracksuit, polka-dotted bifocals, and answered to the name Gigi.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Calamity-ville horror plagued by mold and termites and a faulty foundation.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“A disaster wrapped in a catastrophe sitting on a pile of misfortune.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Private fireworks are far superior to public fireworks.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Too bad he was officially the enemy.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, ‘when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“There are no bears on the island.”
“Really, are you sure because I was hiking with my Dad and I’m sure I saw one? Either that or it was a humongous man-eating badger, with fangs. It might have been frothing at the mouth.”
“Man-eating, huh? No problem then. I’m a girl.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“It’s hard raising parents.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Maybe you should get a very large life insurance policy on the next husband,” Lily suggested slurping her coffee loudly. “You know, before he makes an ash of himself.”
“Very funny, but don’t think I haven’t thought of it. It’s an unpredictable way to score more rental properties, but I do seem to be good at burying men.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“That place is turning into the Hotel California.
You know, you can check in, but you can never leave.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“He turned his head to look at her, trying to think of ways to plead his case. Some way to dazzle and beguile her and make her glad that it was him she was here with. Something witty and persuasive, but she turned at precisely the same moment he did, with invitation in her eyes, and all he could come up with was, “Damn, I really want to kiss you.”

Her hesitation was a mere fraction of a second. “Me too,” she whispered.

It was all he needed to hear, and in an instant she was in his arms. He kissed her, hard, with no prelude, no artful negotiations or seductive machinations. Just hungry kisses that sent his mind spinning and his body following. She kissed him back with equal enthusiasm, with one hand on his chest and the other wrapped tightly around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Her mouth was sweet, as sweet as he’d imagined, with lips so soft he could have fallen over the edge of that lighthouse and thought the sensation was just from her touch.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You

“Damn, I really want to kiss you.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of You