For the second time since meeting her, Echo looked as if I’d slapped her. Water pooled at the bottom edges of her eyes, her cheeks flushed red and she blinked rapidly. She’d succeeded in making me feel like a d*ck … again.

— Katie McGarry

Hate the sin, not the sinner, isn't that what good people say? Or are you asking yourself at what point does the sin overtake the sinner?

— Katie McGarry

Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies, and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You are the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.

— Katie McGarry

Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn't equate to gospel truth.

— Katie McGarry

He has a wide gait and I struggle to appear casual as I attempt to match his stride. His shirt’s back on, which is a sin. He could definitely give Echo’s guy a run for his money in the abs department.

— Katie McGarry

He loved me. Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.

— Katie McGarry

Here's the thing- I love you and I love her, but I swear to God I'll kick your ass if you hurt her.

— Katie McGarry

Her soft lips kiss my jaw and my body temperature spikes. Holding on to Rachel is like holding on to a flame. It’s a soothing burn and an addictive burn. Her kiss is pure fire.

— Katie McGarry

Her tactics are brutal. The Marines could employ her.

— Katie McGarry

His eyes spark as his gaze dips to my cleavage, and this gives me courage. I shift forward and slip my hands under his shirt, brushing my fingers against the muscles of his abdomen. Noah sharply inhales and, in seconds, his shirt is off and thrown into the corner of the tent. I love his naked chest, and I decide to play. Biting my bottom lip, hoping to contain the smile, I nudge Noah’s shoulder, indicating for him to lie down. He flashes his wicked grin and reclines back, except he snags his hand around my wrist and tugs me with him. I laugh as I come face-to-face with him. My body on top of his and when I wiggle, I close my eyes, liking the pleasure of intimate parts touching. My hips squirm and with the movement, Noah immediately kisses my lips while knotting his fingers in my hair. There’s no subtlety in our kiss. All the passion, all the longing, all the emotion rush out of us like water hurtling toward a cliff. It’s fast and raw and out of control.

— Katie McGarry