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“Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it鈥檚 probably good for you.
Julia wasn鈥檛 so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn鈥檛 led her wrong so far.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“I bet if cancer of the penis was more prevalent there鈥檇 be a cure for this fucker. I bet if dicks were being amputated or dropping off left, right and centre there鈥檇 have been a cure decades ago. There鈥檇 be a whole fucking government dick department dedicated to it.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“He kissed her then. Not tentative. Not polite.
This was no first-kiss kiss. It was demanding. Dirty. And it went on and on. Deep, open-mouthed, head-twisting, tongue-fucking, rock鈥檔鈥檙oll kissing.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Julia had been angry most of her life. She may have grown up in wealth and privilege but she鈥檇 had to fight to be heard and seen. To be validated. To be something other than a piece to be moved around her parents鈥� Monopoly board. Rage had given her a voice against their manipulations and the guts to walk away. But it had also become ingrained.
There were times when she鈥檇 contemplated therapy for it. Right now, she was pleased she hadn鈥檛.
If anything could kill this cancer it would be the weight of Julia鈥檚 wrath.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Look,鈥� she said, sidling a little closer to him in the lift. 鈥業 understand this wasn鈥檛 what you bargained for when some cute girl at the caf茅 dared you to jump out of a plane with her. You were in it for thrills and sex and you got breast-cancer girl, her terrifying friend and her flaky mother. That鈥檚 above and beyond. And I totally get you鈥檙e here because you鈥檇 feel like some louse if you left her now, but it鈥檚 okay, she鈥檚 going to be fine, I鈥檓 going to take good care of her.”
― Amy Andrews

“We鈥檒l make a wellness altar, I think 鈥� have some incense burn卢ing, fresh flowers every day and string some lights around it 鈥︹€�
Poppy rolled her head to the side. 鈥楽till think it鈥檚 a good idea?鈥�
Julia blanched at the tackiness of a wellness altar with fairy lights and a water feature, but what the hell, she already had a three-metre girly snake ruining the ambience. 鈥楽ure,鈥� she said. If it made Scarlett happy.
Poppy laughed. 鈥業鈥檓 going to remind you of this conversation when your apartment looks like a Chinese brothel.”
― Amy Andrews

“She鈥檇 never met someone so young who was so damn cocky. Most twenty-year-old guys she knew were either gauche or monosyllabic in her presence, but not Spike. There was a directness, a confidence in his inky-blue eyes that a lot of men never mastered.
Cleary Spike was getting laid far too easily.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Oh I bet you鈥檙e sweet as under all that posh.鈥�
And he looked at her in a way that left her in no doubt that he wasn鈥檛 talking about the way she might move on the dance floor. If he mentioned honey pots she was going to pour her vodka shot over him. 鈥榊ou鈥檒l never know,”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“Poppy Devine did not deserve cancer. Poppy was sweet and industrious and careful and measured and always, always did the right thing. If anyone deserved cancer it was Julia. Julia was loud and opinionated and disagreeable. Rude, some might even say. She went out with bad men, took unnecessary risks, pushed people to their limits, swore like a sailor and flipped the bird more than any female in the history of the world.
It should be her number coming up in the cancer lottery.”
― Amy Andrews, Numbered

“As an ex-footballer, sometimes surfer and wannabe rock star, Quentin had been fucked by cheerleaders, surfer girls and groupies, but he had never, ever been fucked like that.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered

“Ten looked confounded that anyone would consider the world鈥檚 most slavishly adored hot beverage in such a way. Julia felt momentarily sorry for him. He seemed like a guy who鈥檇 had it all figured out 鈥� join a band and get himself laid every night of the week. Living the dream.
He had no fucking clue what was ahead of him.”
― Amy Andrews, Ros Baxter

“Quentin Carmody didn鈥檛 do early mornings, heights or bossy women.”
― Ros Baxter, Numbered