Damaged Grump Quotes

“Knowingly or not, we’re all building a shadow self that our content interacts with like it’s a real person...”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“We want to believe in something beautiful so badly, it’s enough to destroy us when we realize the fires of hell are crackling underneath all the pretty flowers.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“It leaves me breathless, numb, like his heart’s percussion shakes my whole being, quivering warmth into me from head to toe. I stretch his shirt with how hard I curl my fingers, but I can’t let go. His hand presses the small of my back in answer. Lightning flares between us, and maybe he’s got the hypnotic eyes of a serpent but right now...holy God.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“So,” Roland says, rolling it off his tongue until that one little word sounds obscene. “What’s my punishment for peeping?” No words. None. This man makes my blood boil. He leaves me torn between punching him smack in the jaw and telling him to go back to hell—or else doing something so rotten I’m sure it means jail time. I’m paralyzed with choices. Finally, my hand decides for me. I square my jaw, stretch up on my toes, and—while he locks up, staring at me with wide eyes—grasp a fistful of his hair, and yank. I’m not trying to make him bald or anything. I just want to make a point. But I’m not expecting the way his breath catches. The way he goes stock-still with a vibrant intensity, and a faint, rough sound catches in the back of his throat. Something that sounds like pleasure. His eyes close, the expression on his face searing into my head—until I realize what I’m doing and just how insane he’s made me. Snatching my hand back, I retreat a step, struggling to catch my breath. Roland’s eyes drift open slowly, lingering in a slow, searching burn. “Interesting. I had no idea you were so kinky, Miss Landry,” he whispers. Oh. Oh, frick. I’ve done it now.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

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― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“My focus is gone every time Callie mumbles in her sleep. Barely a murmur, but there’s no ignoring what she says. “Stupid, stupid man,” she sighs, her words slurred and almost inaudible. “Oh, God. You’re so...dumb. Y-you and your vests. Stupid.” Fuck. There’s no mistaking who’s in her dreams.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“Stupid, stupid man,” she sighs, her words slurred and almost inaudible. “Oh, God. You’re so...dumb. Y-you and your vests. Stupid.” Fuck. There’s no mistaking who’s in her dreams.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump

“Damn this woman. Damn her to hell—or at least to my bed in the next life.”
― Nicole Snow, Damaged Grump