The Wrong Mr. Right Quotes

“I’m still learning about the patriarchy, but my takeaway is, we’re dismantling it by not doing the dishes.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Things aren’t dumb because women like them.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Bars are where people come to be depressed. No chanting.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Bravery, I reminded myself.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“The guy of my dreams was sweet, chivalrous, friendly, and above all, loved books.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I had the urge to tell her I was reading Pride and Prejudice. The boring, weird cousin, Mr. Collins, had just visited their home. I had read late into the night, laughing to myself as Lizzy maneuvered the awkward conversation with him.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Your body is incredible, professor.” His mouth pulled into a grin against mine and he nipped my bottom lip. His hand stroked up and down my back against my bare skin. “It’s yours.” Mine.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I think you’re amazing,” he repeated, softer this time. “And I don’t think your mom would be disappointed in you. She’d be proud.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“When things were too good, when I was too happy, I reminded myself it wouldn’t last so it wouldn’t hurt when it was gone.” I gazed down into her eyes and nearly laughed at how I could ever think this was temporary. Her name was tattooed on the inner walls of my heart. “But it didn’t help one bit. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I always feel so much better after being out on the water in the mornings with you.” My heart squeezed. “The water will do that.” She shook her head. “It’s not just the water. I like hanging out with you. You always make me feel better about things I’m worried about.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Wow, cool.” He made an explosion noise in his mouth. “Books, ya know?” “Yep, books.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Bookworm, you want to be a hot girl? Hot girls don’t care what people think of them. They don’t worry if they fuck up because failure is part of life. Do you trust me?”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Only in my worst nightmares would I make eye contact with Wyatt Rhodes while a customer read orc erotica to me.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“For now, I didn’t want to be Hannah or whatever was left of me. I wanted to be someone else, so I laid down on my bed, cracked the book open, and disappeared.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“She hasn’t had it easy, since Claire passed. It’s been hard on her and Frank, just the two of them.” Irritation prickled at the back of my neck. “You know she runs the bookstore basically on her own?” She paused. “No. I thought she and Frank ran it together.” “He’s stepped back in the past few years. She runs the entire business by herself.” I gestured at the water. “She got up on her board last week. She surfed. She’s terrible at surfing. She has zero balance.” I shook my head. “But she kept trying and got up on her board and caught a few waves.” My words rushed out with an edge to them. “She’s not this wimpy little flower.” My mom’s head reared back. “I didn’t say she was.” “She works hard and she doesn’t give up. People don’t give her enough credit.” She watched me, a little knowing grin growing on her face. Busted. I rolled my eyes, but a grin grew on my face too. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re friends.” It tasted wrong, saying it. “Hmm.” She leaned back on her hands, studying the sparkling ocean. “Friends.” “Yep.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Sitting on the board for a few minutes every morning before surfing was my salutation to Mother Nature. Thank you for letting me experience this. Thank you for not eating me.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“The only men I could talk to were the fictional ones from the books I sold.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” My voice was hoarse. “In a book.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“She wasn’t this shy little shrimp deep down.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“You were my practice guy. Asshole, I thought as I put my face in my hands. I wasn’t Elizabeth Bennet. I was Wickham, the backstabbing, two-timing liar who hurt and embarrassed Lizzie.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Don lowered his timbre to read the orc’s part. “‘Tiny human, my enormous pleasure wand is far too large for your tiny lady cavern. You will be destroyed by my enormous penis—”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Listen to this part.” Don cleared his throat. “Lady Nicoletta shoved the great orc down on the bed with all her might. ‘Give me your seed, orc,’” he read in a higher-pitched voice, and Wyatt’s eyebrows shot up. I was going to die, right here in the bookstore.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I undid the leash, fastened it around her ankle, and ignored how smooth her skin was under mine. How delicate her ankle was. My fingers fit all the way around it.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I was climbing through her window, making out with her, kissing her like it was curing me of something.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Why not enjoy what we have while it’s here,” Wyatt said, quieter this time. “Here for a good time, not for a long time.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I’m coming with you if the offer still stands. Wherever you go, I want to be there too, because I love you. And I’m in love with you. I lied when I said you were my practice guy.” Her face crumpled. “That was a terrible, terrible lie, and I said it because I wanted to make it sound like you didn’t mean anything but you do.” Her gaze lifted to me, pained and full of affection. “You mean everything to me. I want to be brave with you.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“I don’t know what else of hers I can cling to,” he said, very quietly, wincing. He shook his head. “I don’t want to forget her.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Bye, Hannah. It was fun while it lasted.” I walked out of the restaurant, my heart still at the table with the girl I loved.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Emmett turned a page. “Throbbing, thrusting, aching cocks, yada yada yada.” He turned another page.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right

“Don’t practice with Beck.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. His gaze locked on mine. “You want to practice? You practice with me.”
― Stephanie Archer, The Wrong Mr. Right