“Seriously though, why am I naked?" I ask her one last time."You said-and I quote, I want to feel the breeze of the house-air on my skin as I walk up three flights of stairs. I've never done that before. Bucket list! Unquote.”
―
Amy Daws,
A Broken Us
“I’m drowning. I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.” ― Amy Daws, Challenge
“I level him with a stare and angrily state, “I am a short, round Cornish seamstress with a West Country accent that only gets thicker when I’m flustered. I’m obsessed with cats, and my freckles look like the Milky Way galaxy on a clear night.” “I love your freckles!” he barks, splaying one hand out on the counter and using his other hand to bop my nose. “They make me want to play connect the dots on your wee face.” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
“That’s a Scot for you. They’re overbearing, loud-mouthed, no boundary-having, spirited animals who are sweet, cosy cuddlers one minute and beating the fuck out of someone who looks at them sideways the next. Or perhaps that’s just Mac?” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
“Meaningful change is always painful. It's always resisted. And it's always awkward.” ― Amy Daws, Not The One
“Sometimes when you love someone too much, your heart is louder than your head.” ― Amy Daws, Surrender
“Josh hands me a bottle of water while cracking a beer for himself. I eye it enviously. "Tell me what it tastes like. Describe in in vivid detail.""It's IPA," he grumbles, wincing slightly at his first sip, "which means it tastes like piss."I sigh dopily. "Sounds magical.” ― Amy Daws, One Moment Please
“when a girl who you’ve been fucking for months still makes your dick hard just by wearing a cute little dress, it makes it really damn hard for a decent guy to be a gentleman.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“One of these days, I won't have a painful deadline! That's a lie, I probably always will.” ― Amy Daws, Challenge
“But is it good to monetize things we love? We might risk not loving it if we start to put deadlines and money labels on it.” ― Amy Daws, Last on the List
“I see you now and I can't look away” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“There's been a void in my life these last few years, and I think it was the absence of her. God I've missed her.” ― Amy Daws, Keeper
“Sex appeal wasn’t created in a gym with weights and treadmills. No, it was born in powerful, grungy garages where men, real fucking men worked with their hands. Where they got so dirty, they had to use a special manly soap to clean themselves up. You can’t find that shit at Bath & Body. Pure fucking testosterone.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“I’m scared of Indie. She’s small, but she has that ginger blood in her and that shit is unpredictable.” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“I glance up and nearly squeal in shock as the same hunky mechanic stares down at me.How did he see me back here? This spot is super secluded, and no one ever sits here.“Can I help you?” I ask, pulling my earbuds out and taking in the broad width of his shoulders. Today, Mr. Book Boyfriend is wearing blue jeans and a black, fitted Tire Depot T-shirt. He’s much cleaner than he was yesterday in his dirty coveralls that made me reconsider the profession of my current book hero.“You’re back,” he states knowingly, his stunning blue eyes drinking in my yoga pants, T-shirt, and a baseball cap.“I, um…had an issue with one of my tires. The guys are fixing it.”“Which guys?” he asks, crossing his tan, sculpted arms over his chest. I have to crane my neck back completely to even reach his face he’s so tall.“I’m not really sure.”“Okay, well, which car?” he inquires, running a hand through his trim black hair. Damn, he’s really got that tall, dark, and handsome thing down to a T. He looks almost Mediterranean. Le swoon!I swallow slowly. “Um…I drive a Cadillac SRX.”“A Cadillac?” He barks out a small laugh. “Isn’t that kind of an old lady car?”My brows furrow. “It’s not an old lady car. It’s a luxury SUV. It’s wonderful. I have heating and cooling seats.”“Well, if you have that kind of money to spend on a vehicle, you should look at a Lexus or a BMW. Much more sexy feel to the body. You’d look pretty damn hot driving a Lexus LX.”“Maybe I’m not trying to look hot. Maybe I like looking like an old lady.” That was a really unhot thing to say, but Book Boyfriend booms with laughter and squats down next to me.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“Me: You fucking whore.Hannah: What?Me: You know what. This pizza!Hannah: I don’t know what you’re talking about.Me: Your name is on the receipt.Hannah: CRAP! I thought it’d take you at least ten minutes to figure out it was me.Me: Yeah, crap! I am fucking mortified, you idiot. I’m trying to keep a low profile, but that delivery guy probably had to go talk to the guys at the counter to figure out where I was. I am humiliated, and you are the worst! Don’t you have your own book to write? How do you have time for this?Hannah: I’m shaking so hard with laughter, it’s difficult to type.Me: I had my earbuds in, so I didn’t hear him calling my name. He listed off the food you bought for a football team and then handed it all to me—the chubby ginger creeping in the corner. Goddamn you!Hannah: Is it good, though? I got you extra dipping sauces for those parm breadsticks. That cost extra, you know. I ain’t cheap.Me: I can’t eat it because my mortification has killed my appetite! But…this does give me an excuse to try out the fountain pop machine, so…silver lining.Hannah: My eyes are wet from laughing so hard.Me: Yuck it up, yucky yuckerson. God, I was in the middle of writing an anal scene, so I was super in the zone too…it’s no wonder I didn’t hear him.Hannah: STOP. MY STOMACH IS KILLING ME…ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THE LAUGHING.Me: Well played, whore. Well played. And it’s the burn that keeps on burning b/c my inner cheap girl will NOT let me throw these leftovers away. So I’m going to have to carry them out of here.Hannah: Oh, I was counting on that. Want to hear something horrible?Me: What?Hannah: I was going to do a sub delivery, but then I decided the pizza boxes were more embarrassing.Me: You’re dead to me. Fifteen minutes later. Hannah: So I’ve been picturing you sulking and refusing to eat for the past fifteen minutes and then finally giving up and eating it anyway. Am I close?Me: OMG, it’s like you’re here with me. That’s exactly what I did. This food is delicious btw. But I’m still not thankful.Hannah: But you’re always welcome. ;) Best $53 I ever spent.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“You really want to waltz into Tower Park wearing a shirt that says big spoon on it?” I ask, propping a hand on my hip. The merriment on his face is infectious. “Only if you wear your little spoon shirt. Otherwise, I’d look ridiculous!” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“I think you can not be an alcoholic and still not have a good relationship with alcohol. It’s just so ingrained in our culture that we have to drink to have fun or to fit in. Which means that people find it bizarre when you want to just quit.” ― Amy Daws, Replay
“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
“I’m drowning. I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.” ― Amy Daws, Challenge
“I level him with a stare and angrily state, “I am a short, round Cornish seamstress with a West Country accent that only gets thicker when I’m flustered. I’m obsessed with cats, and my freckles look like the Milky Way galaxy on a clear night.” “I love your freckles!” he barks, splaying one hand out on the counter and using his other hand to bop my nose. “They make me want to play connect the dots on your wee face.” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
“That’s a Scot for you. They’re overbearing, loud-mouthed, no boundary-having, spirited animals who are sweet, cosy cuddlers one minute and beating the fuck out of someone who looks at them sideways the next. Or perhaps that’s just Mac?” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
“Meaningful change is always painful. It's always resisted. And it's always awkward.” ― Amy Daws, Not The One
“Sometimes when you love someone too much, your heart is louder than your head.” ― Amy Daws, Surrender
“Josh hands me a bottle of water while cracking a beer for himself. I eye it enviously. "Tell me what it tastes like. Describe in in vivid detail.""It's IPA," he grumbles, wincing slightly at his first sip, "which means it tastes like piss."I sigh dopily. "Sounds magical.” ― Amy Daws, One Moment Please
“when a girl who you’ve been fucking for months still makes your dick hard just by wearing a cute little dress, it makes it really damn hard for a decent guy to be a gentleman.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“One of these days, I won't have a painful deadline! That's a lie, I probably always will.” ― Amy Daws, Challenge
“But is it good to monetize things we love? We might risk not loving it if we start to put deadlines and money labels on it.” ― Amy Daws, Last on the List
“I see you now and I can't look away” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“There's been a void in my life these last few years, and I think it was the absence of her. God I've missed her.” ― Amy Daws, Keeper
“Sex appeal wasn’t created in a gym with weights and treadmills. No, it was born in powerful, grungy garages where men, real fucking men worked with their hands. Where they got so dirty, they had to use a special manly soap to clean themselves up. You can’t find that shit at Bath & Body. Pure fucking testosterone.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“I’m scared of Indie. She’s small, but she has that ginger blood in her and that shit is unpredictable.” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“I glance up and nearly squeal in shock as the same hunky mechanic stares down at me.How did he see me back here? This spot is super secluded, and no one ever sits here.“Can I help you?” I ask, pulling my earbuds out and taking in the broad width of his shoulders. Today, Mr. Book Boyfriend is wearing blue jeans and a black, fitted Tire Depot T-shirt. He’s much cleaner than he was yesterday in his dirty coveralls that made me reconsider the profession of my current book hero.“You’re back,” he states knowingly, his stunning blue eyes drinking in my yoga pants, T-shirt, and a baseball cap.“I, um…had an issue with one of my tires. The guys are fixing it.”“Which guys?” he asks, crossing his tan, sculpted arms over his chest. I have to crane my neck back completely to even reach his face he’s so tall.“I’m not really sure.”“Okay, well, which car?” he inquires, running a hand through his trim black hair. Damn, he’s really got that tall, dark, and handsome thing down to a T. He looks almost Mediterranean. Le swoon!I swallow slowly. “Um…I drive a Cadillac SRX.”“A Cadillac?” He barks out a small laugh. “Isn’t that kind of an old lady car?”My brows furrow. “It’s not an old lady car. It’s a luxury SUV. It’s wonderful. I have heating and cooling seats.”“Well, if you have that kind of money to spend on a vehicle, you should look at a Lexus or a BMW. Much more sexy feel to the body. You’d look pretty damn hot driving a Lexus LX.”“Maybe I’m not trying to look hot. Maybe I like looking like an old lady.” That was a really unhot thing to say, but Book Boyfriend booms with laughter and squats down next to me.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“Me: You fucking whore.Hannah: What?Me: You know what. This pizza!Hannah: I don’t know what you’re talking about.Me: Your name is on the receipt.Hannah: CRAP! I thought it’d take you at least ten minutes to figure out it was me.Me: Yeah, crap! I am fucking mortified, you idiot. I’m trying to keep a low profile, but that delivery guy probably had to go talk to the guys at the counter to figure out where I was. I am humiliated, and you are the worst! Don’t you have your own book to write? How do you have time for this?Hannah: I’m shaking so hard with laughter, it’s difficult to type.Me: I had my earbuds in, so I didn’t hear him calling my name. He listed off the food you bought for a football team and then handed it all to me—the chubby ginger creeping in the corner. Goddamn you!Hannah: Is it good, though? I got you extra dipping sauces for those parm breadsticks. That cost extra, you know. I ain’t cheap.Me: I can’t eat it because my mortification has killed my appetite! But…this does give me an excuse to try out the fountain pop machine, so…silver lining.Hannah: My eyes are wet from laughing so hard.Me: Yuck it up, yucky yuckerson. God, I was in the middle of writing an anal scene, so I was super in the zone too…it’s no wonder I didn’t hear him.Hannah: STOP. MY STOMACH IS KILLING ME…ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THE LAUGHING.Me: Well played, whore. Well played. And it’s the burn that keeps on burning b/c my inner cheap girl will NOT let me throw these leftovers away. So I’m going to have to carry them out of here.Hannah: Oh, I was counting on that. Want to hear something horrible?Me: What?Hannah: I was going to do a sub delivery, but then I decided the pizza boxes were more embarrassing.Me: You’re dead to me. Fifteen minutes later. Hannah: So I’ve been picturing you sulking and refusing to eat for the past fifteen minutes and then finally giving up and eating it anyway. Am I close?Me: OMG, it’s like you’re here with me. That’s exactly what I did. This food is delicious btw. But I’m still not thankful.Hannah: But you’re always welcome. ;) Best $53 I ever spent.” ― Amy Daws, Wait With Me
“You really want to waltz into Tower Park wearing a shirt that says big spoon on it?” I ask, propping a hand on my hip. The merriment on his face is infectious. “Only if you wear your little spoon shirt. Otherwise, I’d look ridiculous!” ― Amy Daws, Endurance
“I think you can not be an alcoholic and still not have a good relationship with alcohol. It’s just so ingrained in our culture that we have to drink to have fun or to fit in. Which means that people find it bizarre when you want to just quit.” ― Amy Daws, Replay
“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.” ― Amy Daws, Blindsided
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