Boomerangers Quotes

“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want to be his daddy.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip away from me again.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Taking her tiny hand into both of mine, I lift it to my chest, placing it right over my racing heart. “You feel that?” I rasp, swallowing hard. Her head bobs. “That’s yours. It’s always been. So, the next time you try to convince yourself that you know what’s best for me, I want you to remember what you feel when we’re together.” I touch the pads of my first two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against my skin. “I feel it, too.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“For the first time since I was stupid enough to let you go, there is nothing but fear standing in our way. Be brave with me, Spence.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant for you and me, Spence.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just see it now. Cooper Hebert died of blue balls and a broken heart.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in their lives, and more than anything, I pray to God that they will be good fathers, despite the fact that they’ve had no one to show them how.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“How ’bout you take this Cajun injector here,” I say, gripping the steel rod in his shorts, “and give me a shot of protein instead.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“He’s so fucking unconventionally perfect. I don’t know whether I want to kick him in the balls or lick his face.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I would do with his banana...”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again...that I don’t think I’d survive.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can’t think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“You’re stupid. First of all, I need for you to know that.” “Uhhh, thanks?” “That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. What could possibly be more romantic than the man of your dreams swooping in like a white knight? This is your fucking fairytale, bitch, and you’re about to let it slip away...” Gina growls in frustration.




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― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It’s like I’m staring at a movie of what my life—our life—could have been.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Kiss me,” I breathe out against his lips. His mouth moves over mine. His kiss is soft, gentle, and exquisitely slow. Our breaths mingle as we take our time exploring forgotten territory. Last night, at the bar, this man’s tongue may have fucked my mouth. But this...this kiss is filled with heart and soul...and so much longing.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to his, pleading with him to kiss me.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost in the way her body responds to mine.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that’s all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Fuck. I don’t remember her being so scary. She’s got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as hell. The term M.I.L.F. now makes all the sense in the world.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, “are still the same old charmer you always were.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Think that’s why all the princesses and fairies carry wands?” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You know . . . so they could have a magic stick of their own. I bet old Walt was feeling sorry for us when he designed the wand.” She holds an imaginary scepter in her fingers and swirls it around the air above us. “You know . . .” I yawn, feeling sleep threaten to take me. “You may be on to somethin’, bestie.” “Course I am,” Gina says through a yawn of her own. “Why do you think they call dildos wands?”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“I’d rather pull my twat hairs out with tweezers than procreate with you.” “Ouch.” “Now get on with it before I remember I’m still mad at you.” Such a fucking lady.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers

“Yes!” she shouts, tackling me to the floor. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Cooper James.”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers