Hate Quotes

“The edges of my black bra showed, and I gave zero fucks because it was a bra not a butt plug.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Knowledge is power, Princess Danvers," he said eventually, his voice rough with some undecipherable emotion, "but ignorance is bliss. You decide for yourself which one you prefer.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe right now.”
― Tate James, Hate

“You have no idea how many times I've jerked off over you, Hellcat," he murmured, kissing me lightly. "But the reality is a million times better.”
― Tate James, Hate

“What a stupid fucking name. It suited him.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I can safely say I'd rather set my pubic hair on fire than join an orgy with those three assholes.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I'm not looking to reconcile with any guy who declares the female orgasm a myth perpetuated by feminazis.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I find time loops fascinating," he murmured, confirming my suspicions about the masks being a deliberate nod to a romance novel.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I did the only thing any self-respecting woman in my position could do. I slammed my knee into his nuts. Then ran like hell.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Nadia's Cakes was a run-down, decrepit little bakery-cum-coffeehouse firmly in the middle of what had once been West Shadow Grove.”
― Tate James, Hate

“need to make them regret the day they ever fucked with Madison Kate Danvers.”
― Tate James, Hate

“you don't fucking own me; I'm my own damn person. You can't tell me what to do." I punctuated those last words with more chest jabs, regardless of the pain in my finger for it.”
― Tate James, Hate

“No one touches what's mine. I'll remove every part of his body that touched yours, then take pleasure in punishing you for this betrayal.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I take that statement back," he murmured. "Drunk Madison Kate is six million times more combative. Good to freaking know.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Quit it," the guy in front of me growled, and I got the distinct impression he was towering over me. I fucking hated when guys did that. Like their height automatically made them so intimidating.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Even from this distance, I trembled with anticipation and randomly pictured what it’d be like to climb him like a tree. Except naked.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Princess," Archer rumbled, turning his back on the scene and stroking a long lock of pink hair away from my face.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Steele's eyes flashed with unmistakable desire, and he raised his hand to my face. His thumb swiped over my lower lip, then he placed it in his own mouth, sucking the flavor from it.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Cute touch putting Archer as a bottom, babe. I'm pretty sure that's the part he's most pissed about. But hey, at least you got my favorite position right." He smacked a quick kiss against my shell-shocked lips, then swaggered away with a mocking, "See you at home, Princess!" tossed over his shoulder.”
― Tate James, Hate

“His gray eyes were twinkling with mischief, and I wanted to hit him. Or... something. The warmth inside me was just from the beer, I was pretty sure.
Denial was also not just a river in Egypt.”
― Tate James, Hate

“I ended that like a question because who the fuck called themselves Bark?”
― Tate James, Hate

“Just march downstairs, park your cute ass in my car, close your eyes, and pretend you're back in Cambodia until we get to campus.”
― Tate James, Hate

“It wasn’t until I stood underneath an admittedly chilly stream of water that I even realized my fathers gate code spelled KATE.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Did I seriously have the ovaries to go head-to-head with all three of them?”
― Tate James, Hate

“It was how he’d gotten his nickname. The stag represented his star sign Sagittarius–the Archer.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Six foot four”
― Tate James, Hate

“Me, though? I was already plotting my next strike.”
― Tate James, Hate

“my reputation preceded me.”
― Tate James, Hate

“Variety is the spice of life, Steele. Why choose?”
― Tate James, Hate

“because when we felt good about our appearances, it acted like armor.”
― Tate James, Hate