Quotes of L.A. Cotton

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“Blood makes you related, but it's loyalty that makes you family.” ― L.A. Cotton, Loyalty and Lies
“And if you really need him fatewon’t let you lose him,fate will bring him back.” ― l.a cotton
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Games
“Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us. ~ Unknown” ― L.A. Cotton, Rush: The Beginning
“All I'd wanted was a normal life. Then I'd met Nicco, and it was like being in a fairytale. My very own prince to chase away the monsters and protect my heart. But it was all a lie. The truth was much worse. The truth was my life had just become a living nightmare. One I didn't know how I would survive.” ― L.A. Cotton, Prince of Hearts
“Family wasn’t always your blood. It was the people you chose. The people you loved not because of DNA or obligation but because you just did. Family was where your heart was.” ― L.A. Cotton, Chastity Falls: Limited Edition Box Set
“People say time is a healer. But it’s a lie. Time doesn’t heal, it just masks.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Beginnings
“You knew what you were signing on for with me,” I said. “I’m intense and needy and so fucking gone for you.” ― L.A. Cotton, The Endgame Is You
“To everyone who has ever felt different.You are enough.” ― L.A. Cotton
“Because sometimes, no matter how wrong you knew something to be, it was impossible to ignore how right it felt.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Beginnings
“We’d all grown up together: me and Ashleigh; the Ford girls; Sofia and Aaron, the Bennet twins, and later their foster brother Ezra. But because I was the eldest, and three years older than Ashleigh, Lily, and Ezra, I wasn’t as tight with them.” ― L.A. Cotton, Blurred Lines
“When I opened the door, Kyle stood there with a single rose in his hand. “Oh, hell, no.” His eyes narrowed, sweeping over my dress. “Get back in there and change. Right now.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Beginnings
“Don’t ruin this. Not now. Not yet. Please.” The plea in his voice surprised me. Maverick didn’t beg—for anything. “Things are complicated, Lo. I’m complicated, but I’m done pretending. I meant what I said. I walked away once, I won’t do it again.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Beginnings
“She was everything I could never have. Everything I'd never wanted. Until now.” ― L.A. Cotton
“Or if that fails, you find yourself a damn good woman to help keep you grounded.” I chuckled at that. I’d gotten to know Mrs. Hasson quite well over the years and it wasn’t any secret she kept Coach in line.” ― L.A. Cotton, The Game You Play
“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” Hailee whispered. And even though it was dark, and I could barely see her, I was aware of everything. The soft sound of every breath she took, the warm current flowing between us. The way my skin tingled, and my pulse raced at her close proximity, despite the fact I hadn’t even touched her. Turning onto my side, I traced the profile of her face. “Get some sleep.” I choked out the words to stop myself from doing something stupid. Like telling her it didn’t feel awkward to me at all. That it felt pretty damn near perfect. “Night, Cameron.” “Night, Sunshine.” A beat of silence passed and then her sleepy voice cut through the quiet. “Cameron?” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” As I felt the pull of sleep, my mind was a jumble of thoughts. Of me and Hailee. Of all the reasons why this was a really bad fucking idea. But one thought stood out above all the others. It was the first time I’d ever fallen to sleep with a girl in my bed. And I liked it. I liked it a whole lot.” ― L.A. Cotton, The Trouble with You
“I tugged at the collar of my shirt. It was a dark gray color, rolled up at the sleeves; worlds away from my usual football jersey or polo shirt. But I wanted tonight to be perfect which is why I’d called Flick asking her for some advice. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on Hailee’s door, praying to God she opened it and not her mom, or even worse Mr. Ford. It swung open and my heart skipped a beat. Hailee stood there in a denim skirt, a white t-shirt that scooped low on her chest, and wedged sneakers. Her dirty blonde hair was piled high on her head, her glasses keeping the loose strands off her face. It was simple, understated, but I’d never seen anything more beautiful.“Hey,” I finally said, finding my voice. “I got you these.” Thrusting the box of brownies at her, I rubbed the back of my neck. “Have you been speaking to Flick again?” Her brow quirked up. “Maybe.” I smiled. “She mentioned you liked them when I came by... but we didn’t get around to eating them.” Hailee’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes darkening. I leaned in, unable to resist the pull, and kissed her cheek. “I missed you.” ― L.A. Cotton, The Trouble with You
“Save it, Jason. I knew what this was. I knew and I came anyway. But it’s done now, right?” She didn’t sound sad or pissed, just resigned. “You’ve fucked me out of your head so I guess we can just both move on.” “I...” Say something. Say anything. But nothing came out, my thoughts too incoherent to form words. “Okay then…” Felicity grabbed the door handle and pushed. But not before turning back to me. “I guess it’s true what all the girls say about you,” she said, holding my conflicted gaze."“Yeah, and what’s that?” I managed to choke out. “You’re worth the ride.” Her eyes didn’t sparkle and her voice was devoid of any emotion. “See you around, Jason.” ― L.A. Cotton, The Trouble with You
“Life will do that to you though. Rip out your heart and leave it bleeding all over the floor, then expect you to pick up the pieces and get on with it. I got on with it, but I was only going through the motions.” ― L.A. Cotton, Wicked Beginnings
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L.A. Cotton

Reckless Love. Wild Hearts. L A COTTON is USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty mature young adult and new adult novels, LA COTTON is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, t…

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