“Don’t frown beautiful, you fascinate me.”

The whole town’s talking about the way Jax Stone sat in your hospital room and snag to you until you came out of your coma. Then he apparently wouldn’t leave you alone for a minute. The boy sounds hooked.

It’s called Valentine’s Day, you moron. If you’re going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.

You’re mine, Pagan Moore. You will always be mine.

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we’re older. Things change.

I’ll be whatever you allow me to be, Blaire. Just don’t shut me out again. Please.

In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

He did say I fascinated him, but he really should have clarified to me that I was just the fascination for the day.

Well, let’s see, I found out Pagan has low blood sugar and becomes a complete b–witch if she doesn’t eat a candy bar during a stressful moment.

He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want. If it were anything or anyone else, I could stand back and let him take it.” His blue eyes gazed back at me. “But I can’t let him have you.

It was like she’d become the sun, and I started revolving around her. She was my center.

I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,”he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Blaire, tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do whatever it is you need.

I don’t just love her, she owns me. Completely. I’d do anything for her

You feel real good, Lana. Makes me forget everything else

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

When you find your reason for living, hold onto it. Never let it go. Even if it means burning other bridges along the way.

I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics-

If I have the smile of God, all other frowns are inconsequential.

Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.

If fortune favors you do not be elated; if she frowns do not despond.

My lawyer said, “Shouldn’t be a problem. What kind of coverage do you have?” I said, “Fire and theft.” The lawyer frowned. “Uh oh. Wrong kind. Should be fire OR theft.”

Selling out was frowned on, whereas now you can major in it at business school.

It is hard, it lasts all day, the lighting is generally fluorescent, and, apparently, drinking at your desk is frowned upon.