He’s called you, like, four times in the past week. And seriously, you should be embarrassed. I’ve never met anyone who has as much phone sex as you two.” My eyes narrowed on her. “How do you know about the phone sex?” “Duh. I pick up the phone and listen.” I gaped at her.

— Gena Showalter

He was gorgeous, and I absolutely, no question, had to be drooling. After a quick and hopefully stealthy check – big show, I wasn’t!- I found myself wonder what color his eyes were. Brown, maybe. Or even hazel. Either way…wow, just wow. Deer? Headlights? Hi, I’m Ali.

— Gena Showalter

He was here! And he was performing live and in-person girl porn—household tasks!

— Gena Showalter

He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.

— Gena Showalter

His name is Tyson? I hate to break it to you, but you dated a brand of chicken.

— Gena Showalter

Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Please. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Halfway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?

— Gena Showalter

How are you doing, son?"" If you don't get started, I'll rip out your heart and have it for breakfast."- Michael to Solo

— Gena Showalter

How does fear become so powerful? We can’t see it. We can’t touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us. Sigh. I hate feeling afraid, and I hate, hate, HATE feeling out of control.

— Gena Showalter

How long since you had sex?” Aaron asked his friend. Another moan. “Two—three days.” Paris wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. Which meant Paris haunt had a female since before their return. But Aaron knew Lucien had flashed the warrior into town every night head spent in the desert for just that reason. Had the warrior had trouble finding a willing partner? “Let me take you into town. You can—” “No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine.

— Gena Showalter

I didn't ask you to give up anything for me," she told him, "but I would have given up everything for you." The war is over, and I have lost. War. Ha! As if she could have fought a dead woman. The battle had been over before it began. "Until the end of forever, Label." -DELILAH

— Gena Showalter