Steel King Quotes

“We hadn’t made a commitment. We hadn’t made promises. Except as I stood and watched her leave, I realized that no other woman would kiss me again. Bryce was it for me. The one.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“Every cell in my body wanted to tell Dash to go away. Or to ask him to kiss me again. I wasn’t sure.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“I’d eat you alive, pretty boy. Save the special service for someone who’ll take your orders in bed.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“What’s going on, Dash? With us?”
“I don’t know. It’s more than I thought it would be.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “You kind of snuck up on me.”
I smiled. “You snuck up on me too.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“Dash’s face whipped my way. “You are the new reporter? I thought they hired a man.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“But I couldn't look into the future and not see her face.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“She's under your skin."
And soaking deeper, down to the bone, every day.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“She gasped as I scooped her into my arms. "I can walk."
"I need this, baby”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“Yeah. Draven’s hanging with me at the garage for a few hours. Emmy’s taking Nora to get her ears pierced.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“Dash twisted, taking my face in his hands and dropping his forehead to mine. “And I’m never letting you go.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“Like Draven had given his brown hair to his son. He’d given those brown eyes to his daughter.”
― Devney Perry, Steel King

“And if I wasn’t going to have a family, I’d have this paper. It would be my legacy instead of a family.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“I slammed my mouth down on hers. Oh, hell. I never made the first move on a woman. My seduction technique was shit. But I couldn’t resist that mouth, and I had to taste it. I slid my hand up her face, my thumb resting on that perfect chin.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“I’d been proud once. Proud of the man the club had made me. We’d lived our lives by following a set of rules not born from society, but from brotherhood. I’d been so sure of those rules, so steadfast in following them. Then I’d begun to question them all.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“I’d learned from my mom at an early age that most men didn’t stand a chance against a strong-willed and stubborn woman.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“Along the way, I’d made choices. None of them had seemed wrong in the moment. Until one day, a decade later, I’d woken up in my Seattle apartment and realized the collection of those good choices had accumulated into a bad life.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“About a year ago, the Tin Gypsy Motorcycle Club had disbanded. They’d been one of the more prominent and lucrative gangs in Montana and had closed down without an explanation.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“I’d never seen a man move like Dash, with confidence and charisma in every step. His hazel eyes, a vibrant swirl of green and gold and brown, threatened to lure me under his spell.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“What the fuck just happened? As Bryce’s white Audi streaked off the lot, I shook my head and replayed the last five minutes. After a hot cup of coffee with Dad in the office, I’d come out to the garage, ready to get to work on the red ’68 Mustang GT I’d been restoring. My morning had been shaping up pretty damn great when a hot, leggy brunette with a nice rack came in for an oil change. Got even better when she flirted back and flashed me that showstopper smile. Then I hit the jackpot because she turned out to be witty too, and the heat between us was practically blue flame. I should have known something was up. Women too good to be true were always out for trouble. This one was only baiting me for a story. And damn, I’d taken that bait. Hook, line and sinker. How the hell had Bryce known Dad was going to be arrested for murder even before the cops had shown up? Better question. How the hell hadn’t I? Because I was out of touch. Not long ago, when the club was still going strong, I would have been the first to know if the cops were moving in my or my family’s direction. Sure, living on the right side of the law had its advantages. Mostly, it was nice to live a life without the gnawing, constant fear I’d wake up and be either killed or sent to prison for the rest of my life. I’d become content. Lazy. Ignorant. I’d let my guard down. And now Dad was headed for a jail cell. Fuck. “Dash.” Presley punched me in the arm, getting my attention. I shook myself and looked down at her, squinting as her white hair reflected the sunlight. “What?” “What?” she mimicked. “What are you going to do about your dad? Did you know about this?” “Yeah. I let him go about drinking his morning coffee, bullshitting with you, knowing he’d get arrested soon,” I barked. “No, I didn’t know about this.” Presley scowled but stayed quiet. “She said murder.” Emmett swept a long strand of hair out of his face. “Did I hear that right?” Yeah. “She said murder.” Murder, spoken in Bryce’s sultry voice I’d thought was so smooth when it had first hit my ears. Dad had been arrested and I’d been bested by a goddamn nosy reporter. My lip curled. I avoided the press nearly as much as I avoided cops and lawyers. Until we got this shit figured out, I’d be stuck dealing with all three.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“If becoming an old maid was my path, then at least I'd enjoy my damn job.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“We’d only shared a single kiss, but he was right. Given the sparks that crackled when we were in the same room, we’d be incredible together. The chemistry, mixed with our mutual dislike of one other, would ignite like fireworks. We’d probably set the sheets on fire.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King

“Let’s call a truce.”
“A truce?” I scoffed. “Why would I agree to a truce? I’m winning.”
“Maybe.”
Bullshit. “Definitely.”
― Devney Perry, Gypsy King