Meg Quotes

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Meg Cabot
“Well,' I said. 'I could strip off my clothes and reveal to you that under my jeans and sweatshirt I'm actually wearing a tank top and short-shorts, much like Lara Croft from Tomb Raider...only mine are flame-retardant and covered in glow-in-the-dark dinosaur stickers.'
No one stirred. Not even Christopher, who actually has a thing for Lara Croft.
'I know what you're thinking,' I went on. 'Glow-in-the-dark dinosaur stickers are so last year. But I think they add a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole ensemble. It's true, short-shorts are uncomfortable under jeans and hard to get off in the ladies' room, but they make the twin thigh-holsters in which I hold my high-caliber pistols so easy to get to....'
The oven timer dinged.
'Thank you, Em,' Mr. Greer said, yawning. 'That was very persuasive.”
Meg Cabot, Airhead

Meg Cabot
“He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.”
Meg Cabot, Abandon

Meg Cabot
“I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.”
Meg Cabot, Abandon

Anne Bishop
“He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.”
Anne Bishop, Marked in Flesh

Jennifer Echols
“Nothing says "I love you" like a dead body”
Jennifer Echols, Going Too Far

Monica McCarty
“Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized. You’re a large man, aren’t you?” She blushed. “I mean, all over.”
He managed to nod. Yes, damn it. And getting excruciatingly larger by the minute.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

Monica McCarty
“She fit her hand around the curve of his whiskered jaw. “I’m sorry. But I knew you would not leave otherwise—”
“Damn right I would not have left,” he said gruffly. “Don’t you understand what you mean to me? You are everything. Never doubt that. My place is with you, only you.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

Rick Riordan
“Meg peered at me over the top of her glasses. “You’re the dumbest god ever”
Rick Riordan, The Tyrant's Tomb

“If he wasn't angry, he certainly did a good imitation. His voice was clipped and as hard as stone. She wrung her hands together. "I love you. Clay."
"No, you don't."
Meg felt as though he'd just slapped her. "Yes, I do. When you leave this town, I'll go with you."
Narrowing his eyes, he studied her. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes."
"Will you give me children?"
"If I can. Kirk and I were never able to conceive, but if I can have children, I want to have yours."
"In this town that we move to, wherever it is, will you walk down the street with me?"
"Of course."
"Holding my hand?"
"Yes."
"And the hands of my children?"
"Yes."
He unfolded his arms and took a step toward her. She wanted to fling herself into his embrace, but something hard in his eyes stopped her.
"And what happens, Mrs. Warner, when someone you know rides through town and points at me and calls me a yellow-bellied coward? What will you do then? Will you let go of my hand and take my children to the other side of the street? Will you pretend that you haven't kissed me, that you haven't lain with me beneath the stars?" With disgust marring his features, he turned away. "You think I'm a coward. Go home."
"I don't think that. I love you."
He spun around. "You don't believe in that love, you don't believe in me."
"Yes, I do."
He stalked toward her. She backed into the corner and bent her head to meet his infuriated gaze.
"How strongly do you believe in our love?" he asked, his voice ominously low. "If they threatened to strip off your clothes unless you denied our love, would you deny our love?"
He gave her no chance to respond, but continued on, his voice growing deeper and more ragged, as though he were dredging up events from the past.
"If they wouldn't let you sleep until you denied our love, would you deny our love so you could lay your head on a pillow?
"If they stabbed a bayonet into your backside every time your eyes drifted closed, would you deny our love so your flesh wouldn't be pierced?
"If they applied a hot brand to your flesh until you screamed in agony, would you deny our love so they'd take away the iron?
"If they placed you before a firing squad, would you say you didn't love me so they wouldn't shoot you?"
He stepped back and plowed his hands through his hair. "You think I'm a coward. You don't think I have the courage to stand beside you and risk the anger of your father. I'd die before I turned away from anyone or anything I believed in. You won't even walk by my side."
He looked the way she imagined soldiers who had lost a battle probably looked: weary, tired of the fight, disillusioned.
"You don't believe in me," he said quietly. "How can you believe in our love?”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

Meg Cabot
“Sorry, Bex," Jason said "You don't have the recognizable facial characteristics - such as a huge chin, or a large amount of real estate between the eyes - that would merit the bestowing of a criminal mastermind nickname such as Lockjaw or Walleye. Whereas Crazytop here...well, just look at her."

"Atleast I can blow-dry my hair straight," I pointed out. "Which is more than what I can say for your nose, Hawkface.”
Meg Cabot

Anne Bishop
“Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were..."
"Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah."
A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?"
"They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies."
"I don't know what to say."
Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.”
Anne Bishop, Etched in Bone

Rick Riordan
“We should free them," Meg said.
"That would be a very bad idea," Nico said.
Meg frowned. "Do you hate cows?"
"I don't hate—" Nico paused. "Well, okay, I'm not super fond of cows.”
Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

Monica McCarty
“His eyes flared, and he tightened his grip on her arm. “Don’t press me, Meg.”
She didn’t miss the intimate use of her Christian name, but there was no mistaking the threat this time.
His voice was deep and liquid and seemed to wrap around her. She knew she shouldn’t provoke him, but he brought out a mischievous side of her long forgotten. Lifting one brow, she asked, “Or what?”
Before the taunt had left her mouth, she was in his arms again and jerked firmly against the broad chest she’d just admired. She gasped. Not from shock, but from the realization of how much she liked being pressed against him. Of how she savored the sensation of her breasts and hips molded against the hard length of his body, of melting against him, of being secured in his arms. A wave of heated awareness shuddered through her.
His eyes were hooded, his expression dark and full of promise. “Or I will prove to you just how innocent you are, my sweet, and how very little control you have over a man and a man’s desires.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

Monica McCarty
“He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her, of filling her, of being joined together in God’s heavenly embrace. He held her gaze and pushed deeper, shuddering with a wave of pure tenderness. The look in her eyes stripped him to the core. He couldn’t move, wanting to preserve the moment, wanting never to forget how it felt to experience perfection.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

“From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade.
Isolated.
Alone.
How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him.
How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

“Please," Meg whispered. "I don't want any trouble here."
He released his hold on her. As though she might say something further, she parted her lips slightly. Then she walked out of the church.
"Touch her again, and I'll kill you," Daniel said.
Clay wondered if he should tell her brother that he'd be doing him a favor if he killed him… because his heart had just died.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

Monica McCarty
“He gave her everything. Everything but the promise of a future. And she met his dark strokes with a plunder of her own, holding his gaze, raking his soul of its secrets. She knew just what she meant to him.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

“Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh.
"No."
"Do you want a woman to touch you?"
"No."
She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

Monica McCarty
“Three weeks was apparently time enough to fall in love, but not long enough to fall out of love. Meg had this unfortunate truth drummed into her head each morning when she woke, hoping this would be the day that she forgot about Alex, this would be the day she could get on with her life and put Edinburgh behind her. She grimaced. Three weeks, three years, it didn’t make a difference. She would remember.
Everything.”
Monica McCarty, Highlander Unmasked

“Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

“You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage is loud, boisterous, and proud. Mrs. Warner, I don't think you have a clue as to what this memorial truly represents."

-Clay to Meg”
Lorraine Heath

Rick Riordan
“Meg!' I said. 'I told you not to kill it! You'll get cursed!'
'I didn't kill it. It committed suicide against that wall.”
Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

Kate Clayborn
“Reid," I whisper to him. "It wasn't a mistake."
"No," he says, resting his forehead against mine. "It was a sign.”
Kate Clayborn, Love Lettering

“It hurts to cry," she said, her voice raspy.
"It hurts worse not to."
"Did you cry?"
"For four days straight."
"Is that how long it took you to bury them?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said in a voice that sounded like stone grating against stone.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

“He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned.
He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

“Meg felt her heart lurch. It bothered her that the twins realized that she hated their brother. The words coming from their innocent mouths sounded so ugly.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

Jason Medina
“What she did not realize is the dream was only the start of a long nightmare.”
Jason Medina, MEG

Licia Oliviero
“Tutto nel suo passato, che sembrava volerla trascinare indietro, era tetro come l’Inferno e affilato come un pugnale.”
Licia Oliviero, Omega: La fine è solo il principio

Licia Oliviero
“«Tu non hai idea degli orrori che ci sono nel mio passato. Omicidi di demoni e creature. Sangue e ossa spezzate. Catene e punizioni corporali. E tante, tante tuniche.»”
Licia Oliviero, Omega: La fine è solo il principio

Jason Medina
“The creepy sensation sent shivers down her spine like icy daggers scraping against her neck and back.”
Jason Medina, MEG

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