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“[...] every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, "I'm a better person because you're in my head.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. "I like your dolphin.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“Meet Tony. My first chest hair. I called him Tony as he’s Tony one I got,â€� Connor laughed.
Jason laughed at his joke at first and then as fast as lightning grabbed Connor’s only chest hair and plucked it.
“Tony one you had,â€� Jason corrected.”
― Mark A. Cooper, Face-Off

“Connor turned to Vanda. “I’ll need to check yer bag, too.â€�
“I thought you’d never ask.� Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time.
He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened.
She was quite proud that she’d managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagra
into such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. “Something wrong, Connor?”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, Forbidden Nights with a Vampire

“Well Connor thought ruefully At least now I know who to thank for my anger issues.”
― Justin Somper, Black Heart

“Oh God's! My eyes!" Connor covered his face. "My innocence!"
"Shut up Connor!”
― Andrea Cremer, Bloodrose

“Sometimes I think you don't really believe the things you say; you just like the sound of yourself having opinions.”
― Amy Reed, Crazy

“If you call them a sin against nature again, I will end you." Ethan's hand was on his dagger's hilt. "Look who's a born-again Guardian evangelist now." Connor laughed. "What's up with that?" A blush slid up Ethan's neck. "Nothing. They're our allies. That's all." "Sure it is." Conner said.”
― Andrea Cremer, Bloodrose

“You’re in love with me? Why have you never said anything?â€� He demanded.

“No one wants to tell someone she loves him, and have him not say it back,â€� her eyes dropped and she said it so softly he had to strain to hear it.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“I know this is your hand now,' she tells him. "Roland would have never touched me like that." Connor smiles, and Risa takes a moment to look down at the shark on his wrist. It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No- the soul of a man.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“I've been doing a lot of thinking"
"Uh-Oh, Thinking. That's a dangerous business!”
― Justin Somper, Tide of Terror

“With love, lass anything is possible.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“The only journeys worth taking in life are those that test us to the very core”
― Justin Somper, Black Heart

“He made her feel small. Since there weren’t too many men out there who could make her feel small, this frightened her a bit. It actually frightened her more than the huge sword slung across his back.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“So Connor stands there with secret anticipation each time there's a group of new arrivals, hoping beyond hope he'll find that self-righteous, self-important, pain-in-the-ass Lev still alive.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“And on the way, we'll have plenty of time to talk or not talk about whatever's on your mind”
― Justin Somper, Blood Captain

“So I'm deputizing for the deputy, am I?, asked Connor with a grin.”
― Justin Somper, Black Heart

“What's the idea with Moonshine joining the team?"
Cate leaned forward. "It's politics, Connor," she said. "Pure politics. When Barbarro persuaded Molucco to loan us out, he insisted that Moonshine come, too. He's under the impression it will be character building for him!"
"Character building?" Connor exclaimed. "Are you sure that Barbarro isn't secretly hoping a Vampirate will do us all a favor and finish him off?"
Bart laughed.”
― Justin Somper, Black Heart

“Connor bangs his head back sharply against the wall, hoping to jar loose the bad thoughts clinging to his brain. This is not a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps that's why Hayden feels compelled to talk.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“Connor dipped his head and kissed from her neck to her collarbone, and down her arm as he slipped the sark off her shoulder revealing the satiny skin beneath. When he got to her fingers, he nipped her ring finger and Mackenzie gasped as he drew it into his mouth and sucked. He raised his eyes back to hers and trapped her gaze in his own. Connor slid her sark down her body and Mackenzie was helpless to do anything but stare into the dark blue pools of molten desire his eyes had become. It was a heady feeling to know that she was the reason his eyes were so dark; she had never before felt so powerful. He wanted her and this time she knew what to do.

Mackenzie unwrapped his plaid from the chieftain brooch and pushed it off his shoulder. Connor held perfectly still and let it fall to the floor with Mackenzie’s pile of clothes. Next Mackenzie dragged his shirt over his head; it too joined the growing pile of clothing. Mackenzie couldn’t help but marvel at his hard body with all its scars hinting at the power and danger this man carried. She let her fingers trail down from his chest to the patch of hair on his stomach, and lower still. She could feel his muscles clench and his breath stop as she wrapped her fingers around his erection. She quickly found his rhythm and knelt down to press her lips to his lower abs. Trailing her mouth down to where her hand was, she gently licked the tip. She felt a thrill of satisfaction as his hands gripped her shoulders and as her mouth took him in, his fingers tightened. She used both her hand and her mouth to pleasure Connor. He molded a hand to the nape of her neck, holding her in place. She was becoming bolder with her free hand, exploring what made his muscles quiver and his breath hitch, when Connor pulled her roughly up and to him, crushing her lips with his.

He pressed her back against the cold wall and lifted one of her long legs, hitching it around his hip. She was tall enough that he didn’t have to lift her. He slipped inside her and Mackenzie reveled in the groan wrenched from him. This was how she liked Connor; out of control. He pushed into her again and again until they were both panting, and Mackenzie was moaning with every breath. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh God Connor, I’m so close.�

“Just let go, love.�

With her back pressed against the cold wall and the heat from Connor’s body warming her, Mackenzie shuddered with the force of her orgasm and she melted into Connor’s arms as he spent himself in her.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“Connor laid her down on his bed and pulled the covers up over her. He warred with himself, but the struggle was in vain; he gave in and kissed her gently on the lips, saying, “Rest now, for tomorrow we may have a war on our hands,â€� and he sat down in the chair she’d previously occupied.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“Connor felt that he could stare for hours into her eyes and he would still not understand her secrets. He knew for certain that she had secrets. For in that short moment when their eyes had met, he had seen her secrets. And he wanted to know them. Something else though, he had seen the flare of recognition in her eyes. Had they met?”
― Laura Hunsaker, Highland Destiny

“Go on a date with me"
[...]He sees something he wants and goes for it, which makes him so much braver than I’ve ever been.
“I dare you.�

Do not even think about it, Connor. You need two letters. N and o. Now get them out of your mouth.

“You’re on.�

Wrong order, you fucking idiot.”
― Briar Prescott, The Dating Experiment

“Connor bends down and kisses her head and whispers to her in French, then Janie says to Rose, “I love you, Mommy.â€�

Rose shoots a glare at Connor, but she’s smiling. “You can’t tell our children to tell me they love me, Richard.�

“I can if it’s the truth.� He grins again.

“It’s not from the heart.�

“It’s from someone’s heart. If not theirs, then mine.”
― Krista Ritchie, Long Way Down

“It made the breath catch in my throat and some heavy, unfamiliar emotion fill my chest until my whole body ached with it. There was need, the desire that always seemed to be there when it came to Alice, but there was something more there now.

I didn't want to just lose myself in her. I wanted to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body that I could. I wanted to make her scream my name as she came over and over again. I wanted to see the flush stain her body a rosy peach and her eyes glaze with lust for me--just for me, no one else.

I wanted to claim her, every part of her. Not just her body. I needed to imprint myself on her mind, her heart, on her soul so that she'd always have a piece of me, so that she'd never forget what it felt like to have me buried so deep inside her that we become one.”
― Amy Brent, My Best Friend's Ex

“It’s still shit,â€� I tell him, “no matter which way you spell it.â€�

“You would be the expert on four-letter words since your vocabulary consists almost entirely of them.�

I cast a fucking glare his way.”
― Krista Ritchie, Long Way Down

“It'd be a trial run. For a date,' Connor said through his teeth.

She lifted a brow. 'A date to decide if I want to date you?'

'You're impossible.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. I haven't for a long while. One date. If it doesn't work, then we'll deal with it. But just give me a chance. Please.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“You won't regret this. I've had a long while to figure out all the ways I'm going to spoil you. All the fun we're going to have.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“Connor stared at me while our respective lawyers each began threatening legal repercussions on our behalf. He didn’t look shocked, just resigned. And tired, he looked so tired. I knew, like me, he probably hadn’t been getting much sleep. “I won’t let you take her away from me.â€� he warned, his tone was tender though, firm but laced with tenderness. I hated the fact my heart still felt as if it belonged to him. I hated the fact I still loved him. He loved me too. Glaring at him, I snorted derisively. If I couldn’t stop loving him, I would make him stop loving me.”
― K. Carr, Through the Wooden Door