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“I color your world."
I blinked and my heart stopped.
How did he....?
Oh crap! I told him!
Drunk, in the middle of great sex, I told him!
Ohmigod!
"I was right. You were asleep but you were dreamin'. You dream in black and white, babe. I gave you color. Now, you're awake."
"Tack --"
"You admitted it."
"Tack, please --"
"You were drunk, wet, hot and way the fuck turned on but you still admitted it."
I did and the way he was looking at me, his blue eyes drilling into mine, I couldn't deny it.
And also, it was true.
Damn.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“I'm not going to work in a place where I can't eat donuts.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Tack didn’t grin. He tugged on my arm and dragged me down the hall to his bedroom. Dinner was chips and dip, beer and tequila and good company. Dessert was Cool Whip and Tack. In other words, dessert was the bomb!”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“This is how Tack and Raven work: It’s their private language of push and return, argument and concession. With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every day, languages constantly decoded and deciphered.”
― lauren oliver, Requiem

“So Shy lowered his voice and reminded him, "She's not your little girl anymore, not like that. She may always be your , little girl in some ways, brother, but not like that. You gave me the chance, I would have told you, this is solid. We started out and it was friends. That wasn't what I wanted, it was what she needed, so I gave it to her. We built on that. The foundation is laid and it's the kind that holds fast. This is it, brother. We're livin' together. Soon's we can do it, we're movin' to a better fuckin' place so I can provide her a decent home. I'm puttin' my ring on her finger, I'm givin' her babies, and when she's laid to rest, that ring I give her will still be on her finger. I see you're accepting this now, so you need it all and there it is. I was a part of an us and I was happy. Some motherfucker killed my parents and took that from me, so life forced me to become nothin' but me. Now I'm as us again, and that's what I'll be with my woman and the family we make until the fucking day I die."
"Christ, Shy," Tack whispered.
"I think now you totally fuckin' feel me.”
― Kristen Ashley

“I’m thinking, handsome, it might be good to end the biker lesson now seeing as this particular one might piss me off.â€�
“Not surprised, babe, but we had a good run.�
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“Took you to work, brought you to my house, you cooked, we ate, we watched TV, all good. No fights. No backtalk. All day. But all good things come to an end.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“An old lady doesn't deal, darlin', she breathes easy”
― Kristen Ashley, Own the Wind

“We had pale yellow tile in our bathroom rimmed with thin tiles of white. I’d dumped Tack’s old, mismatched towels and added new, thick emerald green ones. They were hanging on the towel rack.
My eyes moved.
My moisturizer and toner bottles were the deep hued color of moss. My toothbrush was bright pink, Tack’s was electric blue. There was a little bowl by the tap where I tossed my jewelry when I was washing my hands or preparing for bed. It was ceramic painted in glossy sunshine yellow and grass green. My eyes went to the mirror. My undies were cherry red lace.
I grinned at myself in the mirror.
I lived in color, every day, and my life was vibrant.
I rubbed in moisturizer hoping our baby got his or her Dad’s sapphire blue eyes.
But I’d settle if they were my green.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“His eyes traveled the length of me and as they were doing this, he cut me off again. “Jesus, what the f**k you got on?â€�

I looked down at my yoga clothes then back at him. “I just got back from yoga.�

His eyes took their time sliding back up my body before they locked on mine. “You finish that Employee Handbook, you make that,â€� he tipped his head to me, “the dress code.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Without another word, he jumped forward off the dock and fell towards the water. Instead of a splash, a blinding white flash filled the cavern and Brant was gone.”
― Sarah Newland, Extant