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“This is how we reveal ourselves: these tiny flashes of discomfort, the reactions we can’t hide.”
― Christina Lauren, Autoboyography

“Our eyes snag, and hold. His are green and yellow, with these razor-sharp flecks of brown. I feel like I've taken a running leap off a cliff and have no idea how deep the water is.”
― Christina Lauren, Autoboyography

“We don't rehash the question of my sexuality, but I feel its presence like a third person in the room, sitting in the dark corner, eavesdropping on our conversation.”
― Christina Lauren, Autoboyography

“He rested a plank on his shoulder like a bayonet. and I nearly laughed, thinking, is that what it feels like to fall in love with a soldier on the other side?”
― Christina Lauren, Autoboyography

“I’ll wash. Looks like brute strength is required.â€�

Matilda wasn’t about to argue. Might as well put those ridiculous muscles to good use. “I doubt I could write them into submission somehow.�

“No,� Tanner agreed, heading to the sink and flicking on the taps, intent on filling the industrial size sink and agitating the water as he squirted in some detergent. “You could, however, write about how I heroically and uncomplainingly scrubbed pots for hours while being witty and charming all at the service of some of the city’s less fortunate.�

“You want me to add in how woodland animals came in from the alley to befriend you?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“Tanner Stone was way too sure of himself. Too many women had been letting him have it all his own way.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“Not even an advancing All Blacks haka could have dragged him away from the swing of her ass”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“How dare he look so freaking smug like he’d just ticked an item off a sex list? Going down on Matilda. Check.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“She shut her eyes to block out the image. This was all kinds of madness. “Tanner.â€�

Matilda opened her eyes at the sound of her voice. It was deep and ragged, almost a growl. Maybe a plea.

“Tanner, what?� he asked, his voice as husky as hers as he flicked his gaze to her face. “Tanner, stop? Tanner, leave?� He slid a hand low on her stomach, the muscles beneath tensing in anticipation. “Tanner touch me?�

A lazy finger stroked the skin just above the waist band of her boxers, the sensation coursing white hot need straight between her legs.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“A saint? Tanner Stone was the anti-Christ.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“I tackle guys three times your size for a living. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“Better than an orgasm? Clearly the woman was having lousy orgasms.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“If you think I haven’t been fantasising about your mouth around my cock, then you’re crazy”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“This was screwing. One hundred percent pissed-off, nail-raking, neck-biting, wall-fucking screwing.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“You’ve shaped me into this woman I never wanted to be. There are bits of myself I don’t even like.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“I like this skirt. Makes a guy wonder just how to get a girl out of it.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“As if your ego needs any more stroking. If it took form right now it’d be a giant hard on.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“You treated me like a fool and you played with my heart, like it was one of your damn footballs.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“It’s been a long time,â€� he murmured, prowling towards her, drawing to a halt just out of reaching distance.

Not long enough.

Not nearly long enough as the incredible mix of soap, deodorant, and cologne he wore so well had her body responding like he was an original glazed Krispy Kreme.

Still warm from the oven.

Dear God...he did still smell good enough to eat.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing by Her Rules

“Is this what it feels like to fall in love
With a soldier on the other side?”
― Christina Lauren