Gotcha! Quotes

“She was twenty, maybe? At thirty-one, Jake refused to date anyone who might still believe in Santa.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“And make sure you get the pack that has a variety of absorbency. For slow days, medium days, and heavy days. And, oh yeah, pick me up some panty liners while you’re at it. You know this time of the month can be a little messy. I like the kind of liners that have those wings.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“on the door when a PMS-stricken woman was trying to insert her last tampon? That definitely fell into the category of bad behavior. Oh, and when he screamed, What are you doing in there? she’d been tempted to tell him the truth. That would have shut him up.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“her teethe comb her hair, and”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Spotting the sign proudly announcing the prison,”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Macy was brunette, and her size Bs didn’t bounce without the help of a bra that pushed up, pulled in, and captured jiggle mass—and she’d burned those bras the day she found her husband in bed with his blonde, bouncy secretary—but prison inmates were desperate.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Your brother thinks you’re embarrassed by him,” her mom suggested. “Well, when Father Luis asked what Billy was doing, and I said, ‘Three to five in the pen,’ I wasn’t exactly beaming with pride.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Sons of Baptist preachers occasionally lied, but only when politeness was on the line.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“No wonder the Almighty gave her that body. He’d been trying to make up for the voice. She continued talking, and Jake would have done almost anything to shut her up. Anything, but be rude. For the son of a Baptist preacher, rudeness wasn’t an option, even for a religious backslider like himself. He finger-locked his hands in front of him and forced his attention on her. Every spoken syllable was like bowel surgery.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“People make mistakes, but it’s not so much our mistakes that make us good or bad, but how we clean up the messes and what we learn from them.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Please don’t.” He knew it was best to handle this right away. The creaking of the bathroom door behind him made him turn. All he could see was Macy’s nose, which was not nearly as nice as the view he’d gotten earlier, “Please tell me I heard that wrong. Tell me it’s not your mom who just saw me buck naked.” A laugh escaped as he grabbed a pair of jeans. “You weren’t completely naked. You had on bunny slippers.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Jake’s gaze shot to the woman standing in his hall. He realized he was standing naked, now with a hard-on, in front of— He snagged back his towel. Unfortunately, Macy fought him for it. It became a tug-of-war between them. “Shit!” Finally coming to his senses, he slammed the bedroom door closed. He heard Macy dash for the master bath and close herself in. As he stared at the door, laughter bubbled up in his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened the door an inch. “Mom, hold on. I’ll . . . be right out.” I’ll just leave,” his mom yelled, obviously shaken.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“around his waist. The feel of his skin against her nipples sent messages firing to her brain. The first message being that she really liked him undressed like this. The second message: I lost my towel. His gaze dropped to her breasts, which were flattened against his lower abdomen. His hands went to her naked hips. “Jake?” a female voice called. Then footsteps. “Sweetheart? Did you forget our date? Oh, my!” The last two words were said in panic. Date? Instantly Macy realized that “sweetheart’s” date was probably staring at her naked ass. Her gaze shot to Jake’s towel, and instantly she developed a plan. Since his date had probably seen him before, Macy took what she needed—providing everyone a good look at Jake Baldwin and the full monty.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“More of a fate tempter than a patient person, she stuck her bare feet back in her bunny slippers and stepped out of the steamy bathroom. She dashed across the adjoining study and got almost across the living room, when she heard the doorbell ring. Freezing, she tried to decide between darting back to the bathroom or running for her clothes. The sound of a key turning in the lock gave her a shot of adrenaline. She took off at a dead run toward the closest cover: the master bedroom. She cleared the door but smacked straight into a freshly showered, naked Jake—well, naked but for the navy towel slung low”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!